My beloved Lady Death,
So tender and compassionate
towards us all, she shows no
favoritism. She visits both the rich
and the poor, the aged and the
youthful. Her fairness is profound,
an embrace that unites every soul.
Yet Lady Life, oh, she is a
deceiver, a serpent in the garden,
sly and sinister. She chooses
her favorites and neglects others,
a fickle mistress, whimsical and
unkind. She elevates some while
debasing others, favoring the
wealthy over the woeful.
Lady Life, she teases with
her promises, offering joy like a
mirage in the mist. She dances
in daylight, yet casts shadows
of sorrow, granting fortune to some,
while others she leaves to falter.
Her gifts are uneven, her blessings
fleeting, she dazzles with beauty,
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yet hides cruelty beneath her charm.
She revels in the tears she
causes, feeding on the sorrow
of those she scorns. Her laughter,
a cruel echo in the hearts
of the suffering, her touch,
a fleeting comfort that turns to
pain. She watches the weak
struggle and the strong falter,
finding delight in their despair.
She should flee, for when I
find her, I will let Lady Death’s
kiss enfold her, and she will
crumble to dust, like the mortals
she so often favors, her golden
façade exposed as fragile.
Lady Death is resplendent, and
as she walks, it is as if
stepping on gold. Yet wherever
she treads, tears follow her, for
the young are unaware of her
grace, while the old evade her
presence.
Majestic and noble, her justice
is impartial, she embodies the
essence of noblesse oblige, through
her deeds, she lives it fully. Always
waiting, she opens her arms to
embrace us, comforting us when
Lady Life forsakes us, and
soothing us when we are alone.
How beautiful are you, my lady.
Her kiss touches both the righteous
and the wicked, without judgment or
bias. Her love is genuine, embracing
beggars and society's outcasts, a
tender embrace that knows no limits.
She sees no difference in status;
in her eyes, all are equal. In
death, we discover our ultimate
equality.
Her presence brings serenity, yet
leaves behind a trail of sorrow,
a poignant reminder of life’s
fleeting nature. She is the final
solace, in her embrace, we find
peace, and in her fairness, we
find our final refuge.
Lady Death, the calming darkness,
the gentle night that follows the
harshest day, her embrace a soothing
balm to the weary, a promise
of rest, a haven of tranquility.
In her arms, we find our
eternal home, free from the serpent's
deceit, and the torment of Lady
Life’s cruel game.
Lady Life, the treacherous snake,
her scales glinting with false hope,
she slithers through dreams, leaving
nightmares in her wake, her venom
corrupts the heart, spreading sorrow
and despair. She wears a mask
of joy, but beneath, she is
hollow, a deceitful enchantress,
luring with promises she won’t keep.
Lady Death, the serene twilight,
her touch is soft, her whisper
a lullaby. She gathers the broken,
the weary, the lost, and cradles
them in her boundless compassion.
Her shadow is a refuge, her
stillness a gift, a gentle end
to the chaos of life.
With every step, Lady Death brings
a peace unknown, while Lady Life
leaves a trail of tears, a cruel
jest at the expense of the hopeful.
In the end, it is Lady Death
who remains true, her love
unwavering, her embrace eternal,
in her, we find our final home,
a sanctuary from the serpent's
cruel embrace.
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