When death takes a lover

Love rises when the red bird sings.

Like the cry of the magpie, seeking a mate.

The lion roars like ancient kings,

While lionesses are the pride and love their mate.

Death awaits its turn, as it is sure,

All who live will be his when he so chooses.

The living carries on his chore,

Ignoring the end, as that is when he loses.

There is a lovely world to live in,

Where all of us, must seek that jewel,

Of knowledge and the truth, amidst reality’s din.

We often suffer, and those around us are cruel.

I learn to live in this, here and now,

Happy to realize, that my actions are free.

Why do not others, seek the wow,

Of a realized life, and the happiness of glee.

There is a little love of life, in us all,

We may bemoan our fate, and how it will all turn out.

Yet time does not stop, and life does not stall,

Change is the constant, and we must not burn out.

Having lived, a life full of wonder,

I will not dawdle but will go boldly into the night.

Bravely I will steal Zeus’s own thunder,

To be first in line, when death takes a lover tonight.

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