Angels at twilight,
dancing with the fireflies,
hovering over the bed in which I lay.
Soft wings sweeping across my face,
filling my nose with the scents of the life
I am about to leave behind.
No one ever told me it would be like this.
Whisper soft,
summer breeze cool.
One small teardrop at a time,
caressing a trail down my cheeks,
nestling into my hair.
Hearing voices long since past,
speaking truths into my ear,
singing lullabies into my weary soul,
preparing it for flight.
I no longer want to open my eyes.
The end has arrived,
a slow, sinuous tune to dance to,
amongst the angels and the fireflies.
Sinking into the universe,
blanketed by stars in my last moment.
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