Passage

Lush, green grass I awaken on.
The sun bright upon my face, I do not feel it.
I cannot feel anything.
The birds, if they do sing, I hear none of their merry tune.
I see everything and hear nothing.
Except for a man.
A man whose head was of a stag.
I wail for I know who he is.
He's the one who takes me to the next life.
The horned God approaches, one hoof in front of the other.
He sings the gentlest song:
"Eyebright, lily, foot of a Colt,
Ne'er grow old in my garden.
Ripe as the fruit ye always will be,
Bright and beloved by whom shall see."
The great creature lends me his hand.
He leads me through the woods in peaceful silence.
Silence from an earth that I did not recognize.
The unknown is the otherworldly void staring me in the face.
I am not sad, I am serene.