Death by JVPerazzolo on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Death, wandering and somber, roams without purpose, Through the paths of the world, in search of its course, In the shadows, it hides, silent and cold, Seeking lives, in an eternal untold.

In dark alleys, in dead-end lanes, It walks ceaselessly, without mercy or reins, In the darkest of nights, beneath hidden moon's stains, Death follows its course, relentless, ingrains.

It doesn't choose hour, age, or reason, Its black cloak extends over all, in every season, Yet, even so, Death is not just destruction, It's life's cycle, an eternal transformation.

For from death springs life, and from life, memory, And so we move forward, in our journey of glory, Death, feared and misunderstood in history, Is part of our destiny, an enigma, no victory.

So let us live each day with passion and care, For Death, inevitable, awaits us somewhere, And when we depart, let's leave a legacy rare, So life continues in a cycle, eternal and fair.