I lay alone in my room,
Waiting for the end.
Waiting for Him to come,
To take me around the bend.

I expected to see the Reaper,
To take me to the gloom.
Yet instead I saw a dove,
Flying around the room.

I watched it and wished that,
It would go back from whence it came.
And got up to try to scare it,
Until it spoke my name.

But where was the Raven?
The Reaper? The Fire? The Doom?
And then I realized it’s all the same,
As the dove inside my room.