I descend into my dream...

I walk alone on a cloud of dust-
It is dark,
             on earth it is day.
Bloodmoon in the distance
                                          my lamp.
I hear her behind me-
                                  familiar, airy steps.
Slow my pace
                     Stop
                            wait for her.
She touches my shoulder-
                                        sends tingles down my spine.
Her presence,
                     strangely warm.
A maternal whisper-
                              "Is it time?"
not yet
          not yet
                    not yet.
I turn-
        Her raven wings extend,
slightly sinister smirk on her face.
         She gave me a slight tap-
My body goes limp,
                             I'm not afraid:
Close my eyes,
                       Accept my fate.