Death stands tall, a scythe in hand
A symbol of transformation, a shifting sand
He represents the end of all things old
A guide to those who seek to unfold

But even he must listen to the red bird
A messenger of change, a voice unheard
For while Death marks the end of an era
The red bird shows us paths yet to be clearer

So let us heed both, side by side
Death's transformation and the red bird's pride
For in the balance of endings and beginnings
We'll find a path that's true and free of sins

The Wheel of Fortune spins around
Bringing change with every turn
But with Death and the red bird by our side
We'll navigate every twist and turn with grace and might