Upon each corner’s edge, a shadow lies,
In every step and fleeting hour it’s near,
No warning, pardon granted, no goodbyes,
Swiftly it takes us, filling hearts with fear.
A lady Death, her gaze a crystal frost,
With lips so cold, a chilling touch she wields,
No solace found, no warmth, no love, no cost,
Her kiss, inevitable fate that yields.
A door ajar to mystery unknown,
Where light recedes, and paths do not return,
No explanations, seeds of truth unsown,
To this abyss, we all eventually adjourn.
Death, woven into life’s intricate lace,
Its end, its counterpart, its final trace.