In the realm where shadows dwell,
Where darkness casts its somber spell,
There lies a tale of life's last breath,
A dance with death, a dance with death.
Oh, death, you silent specter grim,
With bony fingers, cold and slim,
You come to claim what's ours to keep,
To lull us into eternal sleep.
In your embrace, we find release,
From earthly burdens, pain, and grief,
You take us to a world unknown,
Where souls find solace, all alone.
But in your wake, you leave behind,
A void, a loss, a shattered mind,
For those who mourn, their hearts now weep,
In sorrow's depths, they slowly creep.
Yet, death, you are not just a foe,
For in your presence, we may grow,
To cherish life, its fleeting breath,
To savor moments, till our death.
For in the face of mortality,
We find the strength to truly see,
That life's fragility is a gift,
To be cherished, loved, and uplifted.
So, death, though feared, you teach us well,
To live each day, to break the spell,
To embrace the beauty, love, and grace,
Before we meet you face to face.
In the realm where shadows dwell,
Where darkness casts its somber spell,
We'll face you, death, with open eyes,
And find in you, a sweet surprise.
hopelesslyyinlovee
