Death is a little thing
Who walks his path alone
Reaped souls, they do cling
On the scythe he calls his own
A soul cries for its voice
And another wails for love
But Death doesn't have a choice
As his freedom was no dove
'What is life?' Death wonders
Picking a blushing flower into his hand
'Is life warmth?' Death wonders
To see petals wilt like falling sand
'Let us live and we'll show you'
Whispered the souls like buzzing bees
But Death knew it was untrue
For he'd heard their hidden pleas
Lonely he sat again,
Companied by those pesky souls
There was no one else to talk to, then
To end his midnight strolls
But as if his wish was a falling star
Glows a small shimmering light
Though it approached from afar
It was enough to light the night
First a tiny body
Then a pair of glittering wings
Death's opposite it did embody
Like a breath of coming spring
'Little fairy, are you lost?'
Death asked, worried
'Just collecting the one you've tossed'
Answered the fairy, unhurried
'Sorry' Death stuttered
But the fairy smiled brightly
She said as her wings fluttered
'There's no need to be'
Side by side they stood
She creates new with her power
Aching, Death understood
This was never his superpower
Like a phoenix rising from ashes
A fragile bud relives
There were simply no gashes
In the life the fairy gives
'Thank you kind sir'
Halting Death's inner strife
'A great friend you were'
She introduced herself as Life
'I'm Death' unsure he greets
A little late to Life's confession
'Friend?' Death repeats
Confused by her impression
'Life gifts friendship,
And so I will to you'
'No more need to be a lone ship
When it's always better two'
Life hugs Death's bony finger
As though it was always norm
Her magic does linger
Spreading throughout as warm
'Is this life?' awed Death whispers
It was a feeling full and bright
'Yes, it is' Life whispers
Not uncomfortable in the slight
Everything has a first they say
And Death finally finds this true
For in his touch she did not decay
And the warmth in him grew
Death is a little thing
Whose loneliness used to tend
But Life comes like breezy spring
And Death finds his first best friend
