Death

Death, an ever-present void,

As deep and dark as night,

Silently draining all life,

In its hollow sight.

Though none can escape its grasp,

It carries no malice,

Its chill winds fill the air

With a solemn silence.

Death is not some monstrous thing,

But a natural part of life,

An ever-present reminder

That nothing shall last forever.

It beckons us ever onward,

To keep moving, to keep striving,

That nothing can stop us

From achieving what we desire.