Gift No. 7: Hope
Death brings hope, a lone streak of sun in the shadows
An end brings a new beginning, a new choice
Leaving creates more space, opening the meadows

The end of noise allows the beginning of new voice
Those who fall to darkness leave more room for the light
Death does save some, allowing some to rejoice

Never let those many who fall to the night
Ever dim your brilliant, beautiful fight

A/n: I may have spelled Terza Rema wrong but oh well