A Vision at Death

I woke upon the mount; I felt the snow
I saw the faces of the newly dead
There only was one way that I could go
The path was down, but I chose up instead
She rose above the injuries she bore
and wrapped her arms around as best she could
I felt like she had held me once before
She kissed me and she told me that I could
proceed uop the path, the upward way
and yet I felt she wished I would go down
I asked if she had something more to say
But all she did was look at me and frown
So down I went and knew she’d come as well
Until she comes I feel I’m still in Hell