Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.

Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.

They had triumphed over death this night. Sylvie wondered when death would seek his revenge.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

Death cannot be struggled against, brother. It ever arrives, defiant of every hiding place, of every frantic attempt to escape. Death is every mortal's shadow, his true shadow, and time is its servant, spinning that shadow slowly round, until what stretched before one now stretched before him.

By purple death I'm seized and fate supreme.

Death cannot be struggled against, brother. It ever arrives, defiant of every hiding place, of every frantic attempt to escape. Death is every mortal's shadow, his true shadow, and time is its servant, spinning that shadow slowly round, until what stretched behind one now stretches before him.

Death has become like a tyrant who has been completely conquered by the legitimate monarch; bound hand and foot, the passersby sneer at him, hitting him and abusing him, no longer afraid of his cruelty and rage because of the King who has conquered him. So has death been conquered and branded for what it is by the Saviour on the cross. It is bound hand and foot; all who are in Christ trample it as they pass, and as witnesses to Him (King Jesus) deride it, scoffing and saying, “O Death where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

Death's dry bones glowed with light in the erotic dark
but he woke not nor felt the two warm bodies merge;
the male worm then took heart and in his wife's ear whispered:
"With one sweet kiss, dear wife, we've conquered conquering Death!"

"Death has become like a tyrant who has been completely conquered by the legitimate monarch; bound hand and foot the passers-by sneer at him, hitting him and abusing him, no longer afraid of his cruelty and rage, because of the king who has conquered him. So has death been conquered and branded for what it is by the Savior on the cross. It is bound hand and foot, all who are in Christ trample it as they pass and as witnesses to Him deride it, scoffing and saying, "O Death, where is thy victory? O Grave, where is thy sting?"35"

Death has become like a tyrant who has been completely conquered by the legitimate monarch; bound hand and foot the passers-by sneer at him, hitting him and abusing him, no longer afraid of his cruelty and rage, because of the king who has conquered him. So has death been conquered

Life is glad life when led by laughing hours, With joys of love or spoils of battle gilt;
When darkness steals the day and shuts the flowers, Our arms are shattered and the wine is spilt,
We rise as grateful guests from banquet gay,
Resign the wreath, and toss the glass away.Death is dark death when slurred with terrors vain: Whether blest isles or fields Elysian wait,
Or all is silent o'er the circling main, We know not ever; but we conquer Fate,
Assail the mansions of the Gods, and claim
The crown of valour, in a deathless name.Tis well to live for glory, home, and land; And, when these fail us, it is well to die.
The latest freedom never fails our hand, From scornful Earth, on wings of scorn, to fly;
When Life grows heavy. Death remains, the door
To dreamless rest beside the Stygian shore.The portals open to our meteor way: A red dawn breaks the shadows of the hour.
We leave the bitter cup of alien sway, To hinds that crouch beneath the heels of power.
Ours the triumphal path, the hero's right;
And Death hangs o'er us like a starry night!

I'm gonna marry the night.
I won't give up on my life.
I'm a warrior queen,
Live passionately tonight.<p>I'm gonna marry the dark,
Gonna make love to the stark.
I'm a soldier to my own emptiness.
I am a winner.

Death rides on my shoulder, death walks in my footsteps. I am death.