Death

An inevitable end which all mortals must face,
The door that closes at the end of an evil world;
And opens to the beginning of a new world; the nature of which is unique with each man,
The beginning of our memories, if any, in the lives of the living,
And the unseen companion deep-rooted in the being of humans,
Leading them each passing day to the great beyond,

The invisible hands that pulls us away from this world of mortality,
Leaving behind the friendship and acquaintanceship with those whom we met,
In the course of our so brief a sojourn,
And transcending to the realm of eternity;
Where we become oblivious of carnality,
And a debt which all living creatures must pay,

Housed in the grave, sheltered in mother earth,
A rest from all the sorrows and uncertainties of life,
An end to all the struggles of existence,
And the only killer of the dreams and visions of the great,

A replica of sorrow,
An emblem of grief and an embodiment of despondency,
To those who lack the foresight to see beyond it.