She rubbed her eyes, putting up a smile,
As bright as she could
Walking alone, the path divine,
She passed through the woods.
Bright like the stars keen like the birds
Were her deep eyes,
Everything just saving love
Was she not betrayed by!
But being a goddess was not easy
Cause she too had to pass tests,
And no time did she had
To take a little rest.
“Probably not love,” she thought
“Was made mine!”
Cause everything that she touched
Turned into something divine.
She was strong, she knew to love
But love wasn’t her element
Cause for everyone she was the –
Only thing to hate!
So now she walked dressed in black,
Eyes not blue but red!
And now you know the story no one knows –
Of the birth of death!
Still in her heart did she knew
“That at a point of time,
Hatred will be for life,
Welcome will be mine.”
But for the truth, no one would-
Love poor, young death,
Even though, after some time,
She’ll be our sweet fate.
Fate that we would all welcome
When our work is done,
For in the world in which we live,
Permanent? There’s none.
At the end when its time to leave,
She’ll be our welcome relief,
Don’t be afraid, She’ll not come before time,
She’ll be sweet, believe!
Death is to make us enjoy the time we live, to make us think of limited time and increase our courage to do things. It is better than many things – being alone for instance!