The conversation

Here's a poem titled "Cryptic" that explores the conversation between life and death:

**Cryptic**

Life and Death sat side by side,

In twilight's hush, where shadows reside.

A conversation brewed, a puzzling theme,

Why mortals adore Life, yet despise Death's dream.

"Why do they love me so?" Life asked with a grin,

"My beauty, warmth, and joy within?"

Death's hollow voice replied, "Perhaps it's true,

But I bring release, a final peace anew."

"Yet they fear your darkness and cold, grim face,"

Life countered, "and shun your silent, empty space."

Death's eyes gleamed with a knowing light,

"Ah, but they misunderstand my endless night."

"In my darkness, stars shine bright and free,"

Death whispered, "a mystery, for all to see.

Their lives, a fleeting breath, a moment's spark,

While I offer rest, a final, peaceful embark."

Life nodded, comprehending the cryptic view,

"Perhaps, dear Death, they fear what they don't know anew.

For in my light, their hopes and dreams unfold,

While your shadows hide secrets, yet to be told."

Death smiled, a rare, enigmatic smile,

"Exactly, dear Life, our roles, in a fragile while.

I'll take the shadows, the unknown, and the night,

While you shine bright, and bring life's warm, golden light."

In the twilight's hush, their conversation ceased,

Leaving the riddle, of life and death, unreleased.

For in the mystery, a truth lies hidden deep,

That both life and death, are intertwined, in an eternal sleep.