Why is DEATH always imagined as a headless man wearing a black cloak?

What if he has wings which has all the shades of every possible color you can imagine?

What if he has a childlike face whose smile has an odd sense of comfort?

What if DEATH comes as a LOVER IN THE END?

 

 THE EMBRACE BEYOND SHADOWS

In realms where shadows softly creep,

Where silence guards eternal sleep,

DEATH is seen in cloaked disguise,

A headless figure

Dark and Wise.

But what if wings of rainbow span,

From such a spectral, eerie man?

Each feather holds a shade profound,

All colors of the world unbound.

Beneath the hood, a face so small

A child's smile that comforts all,

A gentle grin,

Both Sweet and Strange,

A tender love that doesn't change.

And in the end, as life decays,

DEATH comes softly, in loving ways,

A tender touch,

A final breath,

Embraced by love, we meet our,

DEATH.

For in his arms, we find,

OUR PEACE,

A lover's kiss,

A sweet release,

With wings of color, 

Face so kind,

DEATH is a FRIEND,

NO FEAR to FIND.