Ode to Death

Oh Death, thou art a cruel and fickle foe, Whose shadow looms o'er mortal life below. Thy grasp, a cold and unforgiving hand, Doth lead us to the undiscovered land. Thou comest swiftly in the dead of night, And steal'st away our loved ones out of sight. Thy scythe, a deadly tool of final fate, Doth sever souls from bodies animate. Yet in thy grim and somber countenance, There lies a certain air of elegance. For Death, thou art the great equalizer, And all must bow before thy stern visor. So let us not fear thy approach, but know That thou art but a gateway to the show That lies beyond this earthly plane we see, Where we shall live for all eternity.