Life, the travel through time that is so long yet too short. With each passing breath mortals edge closer and closer to that inescapable doom. Life is like the candle that is placed in the wind. As the wind of the bleak mortal realm constantly blustering at the feeble light that is mortal life.

As the cold steel blade looms before me I welcome the swift chilling sting of death to quench me of the ever-burning flames of life.

The blade slices me through, I collapse silently to the floor.

My soul rejoices singing songs of praise to be released .from its imprisoning tomb.