Death oh Death where is thy sting, you cloak of sorrow’s embrace,
With somber visage, you mark life’s end-race. In the realm of sorrow Death whispers its lament
In your grip, all fades to shadows deep,
As mortal souls depart, in eternal sleep.

You dance in shadows, where tears freely flow,
Silent conductor of life’s final crescendo.
Your touch, a gentle whisper, a chilling breath,
Unveiling mysteries, in the realm of death.

You are the inevitable, relentless and just,
A companion to all, in their final thrust.
Through heart-wrenching farewells, you guide the way,
Leaving behind echoes of grief, where memories sway.

Oh, Death, you bearer of bittersweet fate,
In your arms, souls find solace, transcending the gate.
You cradle the weary, granting eternal rest,
As mortal forms surrender, to the infinite quest.

Yet in your solemn presence, a truth unfolds,
That life’s fragile beauty, in death beholds.
For through the tears and mourning’s lament,
Life’s precious essence, in memories, is meant.

So, Death, though you cast a shadow profound,
You remind us to cherish every sight and sound.
To love fiercely, and let our hearts be known,
For in the face of mortality, love has truly grown.

Oh, Death, a somber companion, ever near,
Your touch may bring pain, yet wisdom sincere.
In the tapestry of life, you hold your place,
A reminder to live fully, with love and grace.

Death oh Death where is thy sting?