Echoes of Mortality

In life's grand tapestry, we weave our tale, Striving, reaching, against the winds that assail. Yet in our pursuits, a shadow cast, The specter of death, inevitable and vast. Battles waged with vigor, dreams pursued, Yet mortality's whisper cannot be subdued. A test unyielding, a foe untamed, In the dance of life, death remains unnamed. No matter the triumphs, the victories won, The final battle is yet to be shunned. Through the labyrinth of time, we tread, A journey to an unknown realm we're led. Who can conquer the inevitable night, Challenge the darkness, embrace the light? In the symphony of life, a poignant refrain, Death's melody persists, a haunting strain. So, strive we must, against the fading light, For in our struggles, we find our might. Yet humbled we stand, in the face of the unknown, For in life's grand design, death's seeds are sown.