I have a rendezvous with Death

The Endless Cycle.

I have a rendezvous with Death 
At some disputed barricade, 

She knew he would come.
He always did.
She knew that he would return, to reap the very thing she loved most.
The very essence of her being, taken in such an instant...

When Spring comes back with rustling shade 
And apple-blossoms fill the air— 

Life itself was a precious thing.
It was by her hands that she breathed a soul into every living creature.
There wasn't one that did not warm her heart.

I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair. 

But so it was that all living things must come to an end.
And so it was that through a never ending cycle, Life and Death became familiar faces.
Where Life ended, Death began
and where Death ended, Life began once more.

It may be he shall take my hand 
And lead me into his dark land 
And close my eyes and quench my breath— 
It may be I shall pass him still.

Crossing paths, Life finally began to understand Death.
But it wouldn't change the hard truth that she was forever cursed to watch Death steal away her precious gift.

I have a rendezvous with Death 
On some scarred slope of battered hill, 
When Spring comes round again this year 
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

Death knew she would come.
She always did.
And just like the first meadow-flowers, she was a refreshing sight in his dark and lonely world.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down, 
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, 
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, 
Where hushed awakenings are dear... 

There were times Death meet Life unexpected.
And each time Death saw her weap, he wished nothing more than to comfort Life.
For Death's curse was to take that which she loved most.

But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town, 
When Spring trips north again this year,

Life did not fear death.
For life knew that death was far kinder than she could ever be.

And I to my pledged word am true, 
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

Life has a rendezvous with Death.
At some disputed barricade...
He shall take her hand and lead her into his dark land...
Pulse nigh to pulse and breath to breath...
Life has a rendezvous with Death.