I hear his voice whisper,

as I shiver alone with my thoughts.

Inside I feel distant, as he threatens me,

I hope he will not come near.

For the unknown I fear and he is unclear.

He locks the answer of my demise inside a box of uncertainty.

He snickers at me at the end of my thoughts,

as he plays with my fragile emotions.

Will my soul collapse or wander forever in a desolate land?

Will my soul renew peacefully with out harm?

For the unknown I fear and he is unclear.

He sees what occurs beyond this life,

but never a peek will he let his lips peep.

He knows if there is a heaven and a hell.

But I hope if we care we can be seen as good,

and if we do not then punished we shall be.

Only he knows if heaven is the ascension into light

or if hell is the deterioration into flames.

For the unknown I fear and he is unclear.

He promises that he, too, will feel what I do as I pass.

Does he refer to an emptiness that will consume me into darkness

or to a warmth that invites angels to sing my bright memories?

For the unknown I fear and he is unclear.

He teases my prayers of growing older and wiser,

so not to pass lonely, to be offered his gentle hand,

and to be taken to a safe place with a smile on my face,

and a resonance of familiar goodbyes dispersing from his lips. 

For I face the unknown and he is now very clear.