Death

Death is like a diamond,

A jewel of many facades,

That dulls surprisingly,

In the brightness of fleeting time.

Some times Death is violent,

Seizing us in a shower of crimson tears,

When it is least expected.

Other times Death is gentle,

Seeping into us like welcome warmth,

On a cold dreary day.

Some times Death is unwanted,

Robbing us of precious treasures,

That we hold close and dear.

Other times Death is sought,

To some a reward,

A simple calm on stormy seas,

To others a curse,

A lifetime condemned,

An eternity in darkness.

Some in face of Death are fearless,

Not seeking, not welcoming but not rejecting,

Others fear Death, always running,

Yet it this terror, this fear,

That becomes Death's invitation,

Drawing him like a dark moth to a flickering flame.

Death is like a diamond,

A jewel of many facades,

That shines strangely brilliant,

In the darkness that is eternity.