At night I find myself in dreams of indigo.
In the background are soft subtle hymns.
I walk slowly among the field of blue as the winds blow.
The iridescent moon shivers and shines.
Giving the lovely flowers their beautiful glow.

The birds, they fly over clouds so serene.
The fireflies dance their dances over top the iridescent fields.
I'm left standing In awe at this beautiful scene.
as I begin to wake, and the night begins to yield.
I found myself thinking, obsessing, over my indigo dreams.

“Would You die for me” she asked him, standing In the snow on a cold december night. Light blared from the busy festival tents that surrounded them. His reply was in a soft tone, and warm like a fireplace. “I'd say yes, but I'd be lying, I'd say I'd pull my heart out, but that too would be a lie. See my love, to die for you would be selfish,  and I'm not selfish.“ Her smile faded as he spoke his piece in the snowy air, “but I'd live for you” he said, taking her hand. "I'd spend my days spreading your name like a deity ready to worship, and if no one did, I'd worship you enough to compensate”. Silence fell between them, for a moment it was just the two of them, she finally spoke “i like that answer”.

Broken, a dove lay.
Crimson blood stains her wings red.
Surly love was the cause.

Dear, humanity

     I, Death, will make a human realize the value in life. Not the symbolic items you hold dear to you. Humans as a species see value in all the wrong places. You hover over bought items and how many expensive things you have. Let me ask you, death to human, what will you do? What will you do when you're on an operating table barely sustaining life? What will you do when you stop breathing in the middle of the night in the beautiful luxury home you bought.
    If you don't know the answer my friend, then allow me to tell you, it's nothing. Whether it's the operating table, your luxury home, or in a back alley on a cold night. Whether you're rich or poor, young or old, sad or happy, I'll always come for you in the end. Your precious items you hold most dear will not save you and they will not come with you. That is when you will see, that the value of life is not being rich or having expensive things, I find that the people that are happier at my doorstep than any are the ones without.
     So if I ever let you have a second chance to live this life, don't squander it on imputant items. Spend your days wisely, do mingful things, and help your fellow humans. Cause in the end while you're breathing your last breaths of air the ones you make bonds with will be there for you.

                                               Sincerely: Death