Mictlantecuthli and Mictecacihuatl

In the quiet earth below,
where roots remember every name,
Mictlantecuhtli waits—not cruel,
but calm, and fair, and still the same.

He keeps the gates of endless night,
not to punish, but to guide,
each weary soul that’s lost its light
finds peace beneath his watchful side.

No greed, no pain, no mortal cry,
just rest, and stories softly told—
He tends the bones, the dust, the sigh,
and guards the hearts of young and old.

Beside him stands his queen of grace,
Mictecacihuatl, calm and wise,
she lights the path through shadowed space,
a dawn reflected in dark skies.

Together, they restore the way,
where endings turn and breathe again,
for all that starts must find its end—
and life returns from death’s domain.