Death, the harbinger of sorrow and grief,
A lurking shadow that preys and steals belief,
A thief that comes unseen and takes away our breath,
Leaving us helpless in its grasp, a slave to its lethal depth.

Like a dark cloud that looms over the skies,
Death descends upon us, a grim surprise,
Silent and stealthy, it creeps up and strikes,
Robbing us of life's sweetest delights.

With its icy hand, Death snuffs out the flame,
Of our existence, leaving behind a name,
A memory that fades with each passing day,
A legacy that marks our fleeting stay.

As merciless as a...