In the twilight of humanity’s zenith,
Where success blooms from seeds of wrath,
There lies a shadow, cold and forthwith,
A mushroom cloud marking its path.
In this shadow, where light dares not tread,
Looms the angel of death, so silently grim,
His eyes hold stories, untold and unread,
Of civilizations lost, and futures dim.
Beneath the umbrella of this catastrophic bloom,
He waits, as the world hustles, ignorant of doom,
Yet, among the noise, a gentle soul did rise,
A young gentleman, with hope in his eyes.
He beheld the angel, not with fear, but wonder,
Seeing not an end, but a chance to amend,
With a heart so bold, and a spirit, no less tender,
He approached death, as one would a friend.
Why do you linger in shadows, so cold and deep?
He asked, his voice a melody in the desolate keep.
Do you not see? Success is but a two-faced sword,
Its sharpness can sever, what can’t be restored.
The angel, moved by a sincerity so rare,
Revealed to him the underbelly of this beast they call fair,
A world thriving, yet suffocating in its own snare,
Success on the surface, beneath, utter despair.
Yet, the gentleman smiled, a twist in this tale,
For every shadow, there is light, he said,
Love is the answer, when all else fails,
It's the beacon that guides us through dread.
He took his hand, a pact unspoken,
Together, they would heal what had been broken,
Through the rubble of greed and pride,
They walked, side by side, stride by stride.
And so, the angel of death, with wings so wide,
Saw through his eyes, a world undivided by pride,
Just like the moon, and the sun above,
They rose, on the wings of hope, and the promise of love.
Together, they sowed, where once was a blight,
Seeds of compassion, under the mushroom cloud's night,
Teaching that from the darkest of places can spring,
Life, anew, nurtured by the love that they bring.
So in the end, this tale twists, a new myth to embrace,
Of the angel of death, who found his grace,
In the heart of a gentleman, so bold and so kind,
Who taught him that love, not death, is entwined.
And beneath the looming cloud of despair,
They danced, a duo, an unlikely pair,
Showing that even in moments so dire,
Love, like a phoenix, rises higher and higher.
Thus, under the mushroom cloud's shadow, they proved,
That even the darkest of fates can be moved,
By love, the most powerful force there's ever been,
Just like the moon and the sun, still, they rise, unseen.