In a moonlit room where shadows play, Two boys met at the edge of night, One with a heart of vibrant clay, The other, cloaked in shrouds of white. They waltz beneath the silvered sky, Hands entwined in whispered grace, A dance where time itself would sigh, In death's embrace, they find their place. Our mortal boy with fervent gaze, Draws warmth from death's eternal tide, In truths unveiled through gentle haze, No fear, no sorrow to abide. "Your love," says death, "is life’s sweet breath," Two worlds in tender, fierce caress, For even in this dance with death, Love's promise sings, and souls confess.