Never one, without the other,
Never one, without the other,

No matter how beautiful life might be,
It fades away into ashes and dust,
And in its ruination does one learn
The reason why life is so beautiful,

Acceptance of death is the truest form
Of embracing life and its tilted song;
The melody that's sung by the darkness
Is discordance beneath some harmony,

Every story has one thing in common—
They come to an end, a conclusion,
No matter which tale is woven and told,
It would always foresee its denouement,

But it would be a bore to remain still
As the fairy tale of life comes to close,
Thrash, fight against the grey hands that beckon,
Resist the bewitching tune of the ghosts,

All will know the ending of this poem,
That...