Death was always spoken about as an evil thing.

Taking away special souls to a world beyond.

A dark omen that cursed the hospital walls and thrived within the air of war.

However,

They are all wrong.

Death is kind and gentle.

Carefully leading the scared to a new life away from the suffering.

"How do you know?"

As my family sat by my bed listening to the beeps of  machines and soft murmurs of doctors, death stood quietly.

A presence of peace.

A presence of warmth.

When I was ready he carried my frail body wrapping me in his robes to block out the cold.

Death is not hatred or evil. He is not chaos or bloodshed.

Death is the guardian angel for the souls.