Death comes like a swift arrow
No mortal knows the visitation
Only the shadow in its flight
The elusive deer, also swift and fast
In a distance carefree enjoying life
The innocent fawn and the roe rejoicing
Life in a canvas, in its fullness, beautiful
Death not far behind, slow or agile, dreadful
The race is on, from the womb onward, hopeful
Like a friend or foe, restless, careless
Both swift on course, far, wide, endless
Yet short in purpose, walk or run, laugh as you can
Death comes like a friend unexpected, swift like an arrow
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