One soul has escaped it since civilization began,
The lone true certain, ending the span.
It may strike at once with a crushing force,
Or extend its invasion and prolong the course.
The evil enclosed whispers like a Siren in the wind,
Enticing the acts only One can rescind.
And when its power is irreversibly esteemed the victor,
A blanket of darkness envelops like a constrictor.
Yet through the darkness a light emerges,
Erasing the evil and halting its surges,
The hope radiates straighter than an arrow
Expelling the pain immersed in the shadow,
Its perpetual existence is overcome in the Dove.
The definition of death is defined by love.