O Death, my lover's breath thy stole

O Death, my lover's breath thy stole,
In night's embrace, thou played fate's role.
With silent steps, in shadows' thrall,
Thou crept, a specter, through the hall.

A thief of life, of time, of soul,
Thy touch, a chilling, final toll.
Yet in thy deed, a strange love lies,
For in each end, a new dawn spies.

For though thou tak'st what we hold dear,
In grief's own heart, we sense thee near.
A paradox, a riddle sown,
In death, life's seeds are often thrown.

So come, O Death, thou thief of breath,
And lead us through the gate of death.