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.
