Look into Death's smiling face,
Glare back at the onyx eyes,
Breathe unto the upturned lips
Words of courage made of ice.
"I shan't die, for I have hope,
burning in my heart.
This fragile flame might turn the odds!"
Death rolls her eyes, you sigh.
"You are a fool, you are a child
trying your luck against fate.
There's no escaping reality!"
She laughs and your heart fails.
You've taunted Death many a time,
for too long now: It's your turn.
"Walk up to me, dear loved one,
in my embrace you shall find..."
"Relief."
She winks an eye,
your heart turns cold,
your breath a breeze
hath left your soul.
