• Death is like the moon,
    It gives off light to some,
    but is dark for others.
    When the sky is dark,
    it's like a person has given up.
    The light of death comes,
    as a heaven, to a body,
    that seems to be cursed by hell.
    To the man who comes,
    in the light of the sun,
    to find the man taken by the moon.
    He will think the moon as terrible,
    Not knowing what life was life,
    for the man concieved by the moon.
    Death is like the moon,
    warm and cold,
    a relise from life,
    or a cruel taker of the light.