This was written in 2004, as I prepared for my Third Degree initiation in O.T.O., a ritual which symbolizes death. (Rest assured, I am still alive; my "death" was in symbol and metaphor only.)

Death

I go to my death with clear eyes and a light heart
Gaiety on my face, and feathers on my feet
I go to my death dancing
For it is time for a new beginning
And there can be no beginning without an end.