Our Endless Waltz

[Old Dave]

The darkness all around us is ever pressing nearer, we are born from the sands of time and struggle through the current. Every day alive, every second passed, every breath taken leads us closer to our inevitable death. And though we try to fight it, the shadow that is our fate looms ever closer.

The Reaper of our souls always so ever watchful, though we try to trick him, though we try to flee him, he is always there beside us. The shadow of death is with us from the moment of conception till the moment of demise, can there be another way, can we trick our masters.

Life is so very short, like a droplet of water in the desert it vanishes oh so quickly, the heat of the desert returning us to the sands of time. We watch ever so closely as we realize the endless waltz in life, the creation, the living, and the destruction of our time. The blanket of the reaper smothering us in our thoughts, the sands of time rippling as we return to the grains of our creation, and another taking our vacant space, in the endless waltz of life.

[Hellfighter 17]

Very nicely put together. I really liked how you played on the ol' "Sands of time" thing.

[Old Dave]

Our Endless Waltz

The darkness, all around us, is ever pressing nearer. We are born from the sands of time and struggle through the current. Every day alive, every second passed, every breath taken leads us closer to our inevitable death. And though we try to fight it, the shadow that is our fate looms ever closer.

The Reaper of our souls always so ever watchful, though we try to trick him, though we try to flee him, he is always there beside us. The shadow of death is with us from the moment of conception till the moment of demise.Can there be another way, can we trick our fate?

Life is so very short, like a droplet of water in the desert it vanishes oh so quickly. We lay there in our beds, the heat of the desert returning us to the sands of time. We watch ever so closely as we realize the endless waltz in life, the creation, the living, and the destruction of our time. The blanket of the reaper smothering us in our thoughts. The sands of time rippling as we return to the grains of our creation,With another taking our vacant space in the endless waltz of life.

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Redone, I fixed some of the punctuation and replaced a few words, Comments please.