Dragging a bare caress down my face
as the angst begins to consume me,
I see the end of my days in a whirlpool
of emotion and visions; death's favorite
mortal is close to communion.

The trees beyond my window shake violently
in a bellowing stream of belting wind,
while thunder shatters nearby.
Flames begin to spread and though far,
the heat raps upon my door.

I feel a silence stopping the rain
as the walls begin to melt away
and the roof melds into the floor,
leaving rubble and searing flesh.

A Voice calls to me in hushed bellows
that echo throughout the slipping void
of what was once my life. He tells me
to let go, his words more feeling
than sound. And thus, the fire
cleanses all as the rain mingles
our ashes; intertwined with everything.