What is death?
What is it?

Is it so bad, so terrible?

It comes to every living thing, inescapably.
To all of those who view the sun
And gaze upon the moon
Death will come.

Death,
Total, complete, certain,
Will come.

We give birth
And we receive death.
Death is not life
And life is not death
And yet they are indivisible.

Death draws closer
With every passing second
But the sunlight burns always
…always

Light
Darkness
Death.