But little did love know that death admired life.
Everytime a new flower would bloom he tired to caress it, but his touch was as sharpe as a knife.
Death slowly took a piece of hope's cake and aquired a belly ache.
When his stomach twisted and turned ,he knew it was the poison that love was required to make .
He lied still and outstreched his hand like a stem hoping to bloom as beautiful as life's creations did.
His eyes fluttered shut and his breathe hitched as time stopped and he lost his mentality to that of a kid.
Life stpped over him ignoring his pleading phrases, as hatred stepped foward and opened its wings.
Knowing all too well they would forever fight over the power engraved on saturn's rings.