I will thread into the grey that lies before me. Rumbling with thunder, it looms overhead. I will step into this boat of mine, and meet the storm, eye to eye. A serenade of thunder and lightning trembles through the crashing waves and pouring rain. I am not afraid of leaving this realm. For I know I will be remembered. I do not fear what might be. For I know, naught matters. I will always have a beacon to guide me home.