All must surely die
I saw a giant lion running after a tiny buck, pawed the panting animal down to the ground, devoured her in two swipes of his gleaming canines, a victor he was. I saw an elegant reindeer, his antlers made of rainbows, high to heaven and shinier than the archangel. And he stood magnificent, scanning the plains, seeking for a challenge to his pride. He bellowed into the night and cocked his ears, eager to answer to an unfortunate challenger. What vanity, to invest in grit and in wild beauty, for in the end, all must surely die. I saw the edges of the crescent moon, sharp and gleaming in the dark, waiting to stab and hoping to impale, but come morning, when the bright embers of the night died, I looked up and saw her cower amongst sterile clouds that bear nothing but bad tidings. I saw a cat, sitting still, plotting murder, and the helpless mouse tried a way out, looked and begged to be let go off, to fend for her baby vermin, but the molly looked on unbothered, for she too had her own carnivorous litter to feed, and her stomach would not stop with the growling, but in the end, the hunter shall become the hunted, and the killer the killed, for in the end, all must surely die. Hold on dear brothers, they say, for joy surely comes in the morning, but when the morning is over, the night creeps in again, and feeds you with its leftover nightmares, takes you back to the dungeon you escaped, but take heart, this too shall pass, for in the end, all must surely die. Beautiful words, ye that all shall fuss over, read the writings on the wall, written by thy own hands and know that someday thou shall cease to be, for people shall see no meaning in you. And so in the end all shall die. That blooming flower shall collapse into a heap of dust and that tree full of ripe apples shall turn into a heap or rotting leaves and diseased branches. The moon shall bleed and the sun shall melt. And so at the end of the day what you lost in the fire you shall find in the ashes, for in the end, all must surely die.