AN: This is one of five really old poems of mine that I stumbled across when I was moving.

From death to life,

With each night,

You live again.

From black to red,

With each drop,

You live again.

Soulless eyes,

With each cry,

You live again.

Frozen touch,

With each death,

You live again.

From life to death,

With each dawn,

You die again.

From black to white,

With each light,

You die again.

Soulless corpse,

With each sigh,

You die again.

Frozen eyes,

With each sunrise,

You die again.