My end

O, fairest Death, thou dost entwine With Love's sweet tendrils, a fatal design A dance of lust, a waltz of kindness true Yet, in thy shadows, hatred's darkness brews Thy gentle touch, a lover's caress cold Doth bring an end to passions young and old The flame that once burned bright with love's desire Now flickers out, a dying ember's fire Yet, in thy darkness, a strange kindness lies A release from pain, a soothing, silent sigh The hatred that once burned, a fire that did rage Now dwindles down, a smoldering, dying age O, Death, thou art a mystery, a twisted fate A union of love and lust, a bond that doth create A paradox of kindness and hatred's darkest night A dance, a waltz, a final, fatal delight