-Death Gives Life Value-

The specter looms, a silent threat,
A shadow's kiss, a debt unmet.
Each fleeting breath, a borrowed grace,
A fragile gift, a fading space.

A ticking clock, a mournful sound,
A barren field, a lifeless ground.
The weight of time, a heavy chain,
A prisoner’s plea, a futile strain.

Yet, in this gloom, a flicker's seen,
A spark of hope, a dream, a scene.
A chance to live, to love, to feel,
To break the chains, and truly heal.

Though death may claim, and life may cease,
It gives to life a bittersweet release.
For in its shadow, values bloom,
A fleeting joy, escaping doom.

A preciousness, a heightened sense,
Of every moment, every essence.
A thirst for life, a burning flame,
To chase the sun, and conquer shame.

Though death may loom, a constant fear,
It makes each breath, a treasure dear.
A fleeting grace, a precious art,
To live and love, with all one's heart.