The Misfortune of Death

Death does not discriminate; it decimates anyone in its path.

Be it a star in a far-off galaxy or ours.

It obeys no law, not even time.

It exists in the present, never in the past, and knows nothing of the future.

Death. How could it be so bold?

To take those from us whom we long to hold.

Inevitable. A word most used to describe this harsh, indescribable truth.

A thing of no substance but a void much massive than any other.

Death. With all its mystery and misery,

Still, it is fair.

It does not discriminate but decimates anyone in its path.

The thing we love to hate but are forced to respect.