In the shadowed realm where secrets lie,
Death's stealthy footsteps pass us by.
With gentle touch and whispered sigh,
He claims our mortal selves to die.
Oh Death, elusive and ever near,
You teach us truths we learn to fear.
The final breath, the soul set free,
Embracing eternity's decree.
You come as a thief in darkest hour,
To take away life's fragile flower.
But in your wake, we learn to see,
The beauty in life's brevity.
Each heartbeat counted, every day cherished,
For in your presence, life's worth flourished.
For without an end, how could we know,
The depths of joy or worth of woe?
In the tapestry of existence's thread,
Death weaves a pattern in which we tread.
He reminds us all, both young and old,
To live our lives with hearts that bold.
For in your grasp, dear Death, we find,
A solemn truth, both cruel and kind.
That every soul who meets your kiss,
Finds solace in eternal bliss.
Death's stealthy footsteps pass us by.
With gentle touch and whispered sigh,
He claims our mortal selves to die.
Oh Death, elusive and ever near,
You teach us truths we learn to fear.
The final breath, the soul set free,
Embracing eternity's decree.
You come as a thief in darkest hour,
To take away life's fragile flower.
But in your wake, we learn to see,
The beauty in life's brevity.
Each heartbeat counted, every day cherished,
For in your presence, life's worth flourished.
For without an end, how could we know,
The depths of joy or worth of woe?
In the tapestry of existence's thread,
Death weaves a pattern in which we tread.
He reminds us all, both young and old,
To live our lives with hearts that bold.
For in your grasp, dear Death, we find,
A solemn truth, both cruel and kind.
That every soul who meets your kiss,
Finds solace in eternal bliss.
Fabulously articulated!
