My beloved Lady Death,

  So tender and compassionate

  towards us all, she shows no

  favoritism. She visits both the rich

  and the poor, the aged and the

  youthful. Her fairness is profound,

  an embrace that unites every soul.

  Yet Lady Life, oh, she is a

  deceiver, a serpent in the garden,

  sly and sinister. She chooses

  her favorites and neglects others,

  a fickle mistress, whimsical and

  unkind. She elevates some while

  debasing others, favoring the

  wealthy over the woeful.

  Lady Life, she teases with

  her promises, offering joy like a

  mirage in the mist. She dances

  in daylight, yet casts shadows

  of sorrow, granting fortune to some,

  while others she leaves to falter.

  Her gifts are uneven, her blessings

  fleeting, she dazzles with beauty,

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  yet hides cruelty beneath her charm.

  She revels in the tears she

  causes, feeding on the sorrow

  of those she scorns. Her laughter,

  a cruel echo in the hearts

  of the suffering, her touch,

  a fleeting comfort that turns to

  pain. She watches the weak

  struggle and the strong falter,

  finding delight in their despair.

  She should flee, for when I

  find her, I will let Lady Death’s

  kiss enfold her, and she will

  crumble to dust, like the mortals

  she so often favors, her golden

  fa?ade exposed as fragile.

  Lady Death is resplendent, and

  as she walks, it is as if

  stepping on gold. Yet wherever

  she treads, tears follow her, for

  the young are unaware of her

  grace, while the old evade her

  presence.

  Majestic and noble, her justice

  is impartial, she embodies the

  essence of noblesse oblige, through

  her deeds, she lives it fully. Always

  waiting, she opens her arms to

  embrace us, comforting us when

  Lady Life forsakes us, and

  soothing us when we are alone.

  How beautiful are you, my lady.

  Her kiss touches both the righteous

  and the wicked, without judgment or

  bias. Her love is genuine, embracing

  beggars and society's outcasts, a

  tender embrace that knows no limits.

  She sees no difference in status;

  in her eyes, all are equal. In

  death, we discover our ultimate

  equality.

  Her presence brings serenity, yet

  leaves behind a trail of sorrow,

  a poignant reminder of life’s

  fleeting nature. She is the final

  solace, in her embrace, we find

  peace, and in her fairness, we

  find our final refuge.

  Lady Death, the calming darkness,

  the gentle night that follows the

  harshest day, her embrace a soothing

  balm to the weary, a promise

  of rest, a haven of tranquility.

  In her arms, we find our

  eternal home, free from the serpent's

  deceit, and the torment of Lady

  Life’s cruel game.

  Lady Life, the treacherous snake,

  her scales glinting with false hope,

  she slithers through dreams, leaving

  nightmares in her wake, her venom

  corrupts the heart, spreading sorrow

  and despair. She wears a mask

  of joy, but beneath, she is

  hollow, a deceitful enchantress,

  luring with promises she won’t keep.

  Lady Death, the serene twilight,

  her touch is soft, her whisper

  a lullaby. She gathers the broken,

  the weary, the lost, and cradles

  them in her boundless compassion.

  Her shadow is a refuge, her

  stillness a gift, a gentle end

  to the chaos of life.

  With every step, Lady Death brings

  a peace unknown, while Lady Life

  leaves a trail of tears, a cruel

  jest at the expense of the hopeful.

  In the end, it is Lady Death

  who remains true, her love

  unwavering, her embrace eternal,

  in her, we find our final home,

  a sanctuary from the serpent's

  cruel embrace.

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