One Last Certainty -

In the weakness of a tortuous life

A hideous shadow brings doom

In its nature, a black judge

A whisper that shudders our thoughts

And throws us to the darker nooks of mind

Like a burning thirst never relieved

Which will remain with us till the fatal outcome

Every death in this world

Be wished or not, it will come

But far from scaring us, it calms us down

In our reflexive journey throughout time

From a deep distance come the echoes of Death

In a mystic and eternal way, as a sweet shiver

In our poor knowledge of life

One last certainty in our Death always prevails

Every death in this world

Be wished or not, it will come