Death...13

I pulled a tarot card at dance last night. Card 13, the Death card. At the end of the dance I found out that the owner of the dance space's son died the day before. Here's what the card read.

Strike!
Venom races to the heart.
Burning sensations invade the flesh (Oh this can't be happening, please don't take me)
But tears evaporate quickly in the heart of the callous fire; cries are muted by the collapse of the facade.
Then all is emptiness.
Out of the drama of death, surprised awareness arises like a phoenix from the ashes and takes flight to the land of hope.