The moss covered trees soften the harsh scenery of Winters Death
As I await, surrounded by the Mists of Time,
For the ancient barge to carry me to the shores of Avalon.
The eerie silence is broken by the Ravens call
The messenger of eternal sleep beckons
Ebony wings of death embrace me
As I fall into ethereal bliss.
I awake to the scent of apples and honey
~The ever-sweet food of life and death~
The lingering thoughts of mortality
Slip into the murky shadows of my mind
Enchanting memories of lives once lived
Are all that remain.
I step away from my former self
And slip into the folds of my true self
Filled with the spirit of wonder and magic.
My new life begins~ In Avalon