Death Is Sweet Poem by Althea Tan

Death is a mystery,
A never ending story.
When will we live?
When will we die?
To be freed from our mortal prison?

They give and they take,
Exchanges with souls
Her loving hand, or cold scythe of death

Golden vines, or twisted trees
Enchanted deceit, or cruel candour
From Painful truths and sweet, sweet, lies

Life is graceful, beauty and peace
Death is a horror, harsh with war

Peace is a privilege, one we forget
War is a genocide, one to remember

Life is beautiful, scary, and acerbic
Death is fearful, painful and sweet

Life are the suffering ones, fighting for an end
Death are the corpses, finally in rest


Two sides of a coin
Ouroboros, eternal rebirth

Life leads to death,
And from death to life
And back again to death

From young to old, of snakes and rabbits
And the rotting flesh, to compost for the soil
Only for plants to be crushed underfoot

After all, we're all just mortal
Nothing will live forever

Life is harsh, cruel and bitter
And death is a sweet release.