28 Sep 2024 at 10:41AM

Michael:
In shadows deep where whispers play,
Death, the predator stalks my way,
Silent steps, it never tires,
A hunter cloaked in endless fires.

Ruth:
In the kingdom of light and shadow,
Death's grim orchestra rings its bells,
Every heartbeat comes closer
A dance with darkness, a symphony of fear.

Michael:
Life, the comforter, warm and near,
Guides my path through every year,
Its gentle hand in soft embrace,
Urging forth, a warm, safe space.

Ruth:
Comforter in playful days,
Whispering secrets among the rustling trees,
Pull me closer with a gentle hug,
Provoking me to dance gracefully.

Michael :
We flee the spectre, swift and fleet,
With potions, spells, and science's heat,
Yet, in time, it finds us all,
The inescapable final call.

Ruth:
Walking around, trying to deceive,
Mixing strange drinks with very delicious flavours,
But we hit a brick wall along the way,
The last call resonates universally.

Michael:...