Staring into the darkness,
Are my mind and my soul,
Hoping to catch a glimpse,
Of my most dearly beloved,
While many people meet her,
As written in their destinies,
Unlike the unlucky me,
Who longs to see her,
Only to be evaded for eternity,
Maybe because the people,
Those who meet her are soon forgotten,
As the world does not remember,
People who are not among them anymore,
Lady Death, as they call her with dread,
Is the final audience for one’s life story,
And she is not settling for nothing less,
Than an epic at the end of my journey.