Death is but, a kind old friend
by our side until the end
takes our hand and whispers "hey"
let us go, today's the day

Death is but, a mean old man
always grumping "man how bland"
when does Death get a chance
to have a heart, to feel romance

Death is but, a jealous brother
our blood we share from our mother
always silent, staring, hating
wishing I would die while waiting

Death is but, a caring parent
standing by us telling no hints
let us learn from our mistakes
until we pass and our souls he takes

Death is but, a Godlike prescense
he doesn't need to ask consensus
our time is up, we can not wait
and death is death, this is our fate

Written by Elin, Zaikousei of the Hold

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 569 AF.