Death binds an icy grip,
One that not many escape,
And keeps a tight leash
Upon its victims, like
Winter in its fury.
The empty corridors of death
Are lonely yet inviting,
To those brave fools that risk
Their lives for the sake of someone other.
Death weaves its way
Around everyone,
And will reach you eventually.
If you tamper with the strands
That make up death's destiny
You'll find yourself
Helpless and strangling
In the threads of its inevitability.
To cheat death
Is to cheat life
For one cannot come without the other.