Life and Death, eternal pair,
Locked in love beyond compare.
Life, with breath, begins the tale,
In every heartbeat, every sail.
With each dawn, Life paints the skies,
In laughter, tears, in dreams that rise.
She gives, she grows, she builds anew,
In every soul she whispers through.
Yet in her heart, a quiet knowing,
That every gift she sends is glowing,
Not just for the world’s embrace,
But for her lover’s darkened grace.
Death stands waiting, calm and still,
With open arms, with gentle will.
He does not take, he does not steal,
He holds the truth Life dares not feel.
For every soul Life spins and weaves,
In time, she gives, she softly leaves,
A precious gift to Death’s cold hands,
A bond that only they understand.
And Death, though feared, does not destroy,
He holds each soul like fragile joy.
In endless silence, love is deep,
Where souls are cherished, there they sleep.
Together, Life and Death entwine,
A dance of love, a line divine.
For in the end, what Life bestows,
Death cradles gently, as it goes.
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The Royal Octopus 