Life is fragile
and faint,
engrossed in emotions all vain,
only one thing is perfect,
and it is called the death.
A companion to the core,
it’ll never leave you alone,
loyal at your last breath,
and it is called the death.
A salvation from this world,
towards the cosmic underworld,
where every soul collects,
and it is called the death.
Kyrielle : French poetry
form, usually eight syllables per line.Rhyme scheme a. a. b. B..... c. c. b.
B..(B is the refrain)