Death, a true friend,

with you even at the end,

He will never leave your side,

For keeping humans company is his pride,

A being not to be seen,

But forever in existence has been,

He has a cold touch,

brings us anxiety as such,

As he draws near,

he will bring us fear,

In front of him is no lie,

For he has the truest eye,

A reliable friend,

For he accompanies us till the end.