“Death came for me In the dark of an early winter’s morning. Gently, she took me along a path Leading in the direction of a distant cottage. No incarnate form or hooded manifestation, Only her presence nearby to lead me Beside the dark, meandering, indecipherable river. Illuminated by the light of night only, The path, hard pack, traced the river’s contours, Its water running smooth, almost still, slow and black But for the reflected shimmer of morning stars. In the distance a cottage, trimmed in lichen, Seductive and filled with the regret Of those who had passed. And night’s end now approaching, Ahead, cloaked in shifting mist, A dim carriage light aside the cottage door. Faint chimes beyond, insistent. Abruptly, an unspoken urgency to return … now … chimes fading, distant, fading, fading, A silent lament beyond the bed, beyond sleep, A dream perhaps.” Year: 2019 Location: Cleveland, Ohio Collector’s Edition of 10 Dimensions: 11" x 16.5"