Messages from My Soul

I . . . Am.

I . . . Am.

I have neither shape, nor a face

I have neither emotion nor mind,

I am neither beauty nor a horror,

I cannot see yet I'm not blind.

It is life that creates me

It is life however that I take

I await you at the end but

I follow you down your wake.

I may hide at a corner 

I may be beneath your bed;

I can let you flee me once yet

I am the bride that you must wed.

I am always chronicled but

I am never by any sought

I destroy yet I replenish

I make complete the world from naught.

I don't fear a ray of dawn

I don't even fear the day, for

I am even its rightful womb

In which nature now give birth may.

I may be a ghost unseen, but

In my name you cower, fear;

I am Death that the living names and 

I watch you tonight, my dear.