She held her life in her own hands
As if it was a wolf holding a deer in its mouth.
She would not loosen her grip,
even though death has a stronger pull.
Watching that scene was like
watching a pup play tug of war with a fierce bear.
However, she’s holding down her ground with
Blood leaking from her feet hands and teeth.
Why does she not give up, She cannot win.
So welcome death, love death, and embrace him. He is no foe.
For once you come with death’s sister you must leave with death.
Every must follow the same road but not the same paths.
For there is nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.