Image of Life

A fallen star; a newborns rise
A time of hope and sacrifice.

The image of death lasts forever
The image of hope: always and never

Always there upon a star
The image of life, bothnear and far.

The image waits for some poor soul
To win the war and reach his goal.

The war of hate; the war of love
The war that’s ruled from far above.

Ruled by the gods whom we amuse
As playthings with no choice to choose

We are toys with whom gods play
Until we meet our judgment day.

After death though, what comes next?
It’s never said, it’s in no text.

To find out you must choose to die
That being said, farewell, goodbye.