Multitude of souls have gathered,
at edges of the "Megacosm"(1).
Whimpering and clamoring,
at the shores of the "Mortem"(2).
Souls of sovereigns, Souls of tyrants,
Souls of plebeians and vagrants.
Souls of felons, souls of innocents,
Souls of wrinkly and infants.
Souls of promiscuous, souls of virtuous,
Souls of beauteous and hideous.
Souls of pious, Souls of blasphemers,
Souls of clergy and undertakers.
To the distant horizon,
they fix their conscripted gaze.
Bewitched and bewildered,
by her ineluctable glaze.
"Faithful lover", to the emancipated,
"Ethereal beauty", to a life satiated.
But the infatuated dread the "grotesque hag",
ugly dame with scythe and a pile to brag.
Hauled to her embellished vessel,
hesitant or wiling they swim without a wrestle.
She scoops them up tenderly
in her motherly impartial embrace.
Ferries them all to the eternal slumber,
void of pain, prejudice, suffering and disgrace.
1. "Megacosm": The entire world; the universe. In this context the human perceivable universe.
2. "Mortem" : Death in latin.