The Transition

A smooth transition I had expected,
that all would happen in a second.
Faintly do I remember,
what actually had happened.
Merrily hath I slept in the bed,
until that breath,
the life which was so inside me,
had suddenly fled.
Dreaming was my mind,
of years, that were to come.
A list of tings, a long one,
that were still undone.
A long life full of sorrows and fun,
wonders my mind,
but, how could I be The Chosen One.
With great remorse and grief,
I started leaving my skin,
Shuddering, I remember His Messenger,
that demonic face and that nasty grin.
Ready seemed his vehicle to,
take me to the abode,
hell was in his registers,
while heaven was what I thought.
Sobbing, I could see people gathering,
wailing, weeping, and lamenting,
but now I could see the hearts,
those which beat for me and those pretending.
Joys of life, pain and sour berries,
I bag them all,
as I am produced in The Court.