I asked chatgpt to write me a poem about death and to make it happy. Below

In shadows'embrace, a dance unseen,
Where sunsets fade, and stars convene,
A journey's end, a tranquil flight,
Through veils of time, toward gentle night.

No sorrow lingers, only grace,
As whispers echo in death's embrace.
The weary soul finds sweet release,
In realms where joy and sorrows cease.

A tapestry woven, threads unfold,
In realms unknown, a story told.
For in the circle of life's grand scheme,
Death, a serene and joyous dream.

Fight
For peace,

Surrender,
To the confederates within.

Take up arms,
And bravely manifest the truce.

Contradict,
For clarity.

Ask,
So that you may give.

Write,
So that the whole world might read.

Lie,
And demonstrate your honesty.

Die,
In order to be born.

Laugh,
While the sweet and sour tears adorn.

Fear quietly,
Your bravery will soar,

You have one life.
And an infinite number of possibilities.

You be you. Nothing more or less will do.

I love you is now meaningless.

I trust you means everything.

And I do.

Have you lingered long enough,
Lived a life and done some stuff,
Do you fear your last few thoughts
The holy sound of nots and naughts.

Let me set your mind at ease,
There will be no one left to please,
Close your eyes and shepherd home,
Death is but your final poem.

We measure love as we receive it,
A smile, a kiss, something that pleases.

We never tally love as given,
A gift we give with no red ribbon.

I have learned so little in so long,
But when love's shared, it makes us strong.

Sadness in the ink of night,
Memories restless soon take flight,
Night time is my darkest joy,
Time is just  a tic tok ploy.

Dreams that linger, friendships gone,
Carefree days had smiles and song.
I've lived a life that makes me think,
And now I sleep close to the brink.

I will not try harder.
Anymore.

This is me.

I will no longer improve,
Or promise to do better

This is me.

I will not kneel to a god,
Or bow to an idea,
Or cower in the shadow of the ordained.
No. Never.

This is me

I will not beg for love,
Or cry for forgiveness.
Or apologize for my thoughts.

This is me.

I'm the best that I can be.
And I'm ok with that.

This is me