What is life, but the ending of death? Long pain and fleeting joys, to be taken away at the Final Dark.
Long pain with no beginning, joy fast, far, and fleeting. Life a stretch of joys and sorrows, Death a release to soft tomorrows.
Endless Cycle.
For a friend who scoffs at the idea of the eternal, and is mortified by the inevitability of his own mortality. I show him the truth. Forgive the rhymes.