subterranean 9845

vast expanse
Where time and distance have no place... 

lurks a creature,
full of immense power, darkness, void...
without fear or remorse,
a cosmic hunter

Its name is Death

taking what it pleases
Leaving in its wake, only echoes of deceased.
Swallowing stars and planets,
galaxies and clusters of galaxies,
it roams the endless night bringing an end,
to all things
without regard for light

A force of nature
fearsome and sublime,
reminders of greatness and decline.

in the shadow of its dark embrace,
There is a beauty
Grace

Death is ending
Death is new

Death is old
Death is beginning

cycles endless spinning

so it moves
through void and purpose
drive
mystery and forever
thriving throughout time