"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
O Death! Thou art beautiful
Thou wisheth to bequeath eternal life
And yet are as dark as the night:
The starless sky
That bane of the night
That bringeth forth the horrors of the mind.
Thy sullied innocence
Thy dark, mighty fist
That taketh away the very breath of man
And paints the blood of life
The crimson river
That coloreth thou a beautiful red.
And yet, without thou would anything have meaning?
For life without death, as day without night
Is as empty as the void in the heart of man.