A clearing filled with dappled light
fading as darkness brings the night
yet this is the darkness of not rest, but eternal rest.

The darkness slides through the clearing
turning the once warm glade in to a fozen wasteland
Shadows twist and turn within themselves.
Shapes of things that once were leap follward
then are sucked back in to the abbis.
this void of darkness touching,caressing all around it.

Death steps aside, As new life begins.
Life watches Death as the shadow passes.
Death turns to life it's form like a dark mist.

"What's yours is mine, and you shall never have mine"

A new life begins in the shadow of Death, looking up it watches it's future as the shadow passes in to nothing, life clings to it like the mother it would never have.
The files are gathering there buzzing the only things left in the clearing, as life helps take it's first steps. Life has found something that at least for a while Death can't have......... Hope.