The specter of Death, a shadow that creeps,
Lurking in the shadows where none of us sleep.
An inescapable fate that comes for us all,
A silent reminder that we are but mere mortals.
It whispers in our ears, a haunting refrain,
Reminding us of life's fleeting nature and pain.
With bony fingers, it beckons us near,
Its grip tightens with each passing year.
But though its shadow may loom large and grim,
We need not fear, for we are more than flesh and limb.
Our memories, our love, will live on in the hearts of those we knew,
And Death's embrace, though final, is just a passage to a new.

llbbl // gpt