“Death...Why do ponies love me, but fear you?” A good question. Why do they fear me indeed? Don't I represent the final reward of eternal rest? But then again, I can understand that they would fear me because they think that I represent nothing but darkness.
Empty darkness. Especially since the two deity goddess below represent light and dark. Sun and Moon. Yin and Yang. An image of the opposite beings of me, Death, and you, Life.
Life, I pose a question to you. Can you remember how you came into existence? I can remember how I came into existence…Darkness. That was the first thing I remember.
I felt no sensation, breathed no air. I couldn't. There was nothing to breathe. I simply knew that previously there wasn't darkness. I couldn't remember what came before it.
The darkness was empty. Nothing. It made me feel empty. For the first time, I felt anger. I kicked at the darkness.
But that was to no avail. For the first time, I felt sadness. That I was empty. Alone. But then I saw a spark.
It was beside me, just the tiniest flicker of something. I now know that it was light. I didn't know it was light back then. I just knew that the little flicker was something other than the empty dark. Something stirred within me when I saw it.
Something that felt...good. For the first time, I felt joy. The darkness felt even more empty. It occurred to me that the darkness might take the spark away. So I stretched out a hoof.
I hadn't known before I could, or had one. As my hoof came into contact with the spark, it flickered, nearly going out. For the first time, I felt fear. Fear that it would go out, and I would be alone. So I clutched at it, and held it close.
From the light in that spark, I could see that I had hooves, a tail, a mane. Sensations were suddenly able to be felt. A wetness that slid down my cheek. I didn't know how to speak, but somehow I was able to tell it not to go out. To stay.
That I would take care of it, no matter whatever came. Then I felt a spark within me. A spark of emotion. A mixture of anger, joy, sadness and possessiveness. Some wonderful mix.
For the first time, I felt it. I soothed the spark by holding it close. For the first time, I felt my heart beat within my chest. The spark made it beat. For the first time, I smiled. The wetness came back, but this time with the feeling of joy.
I felt power flow from the spark. It grew strong and bright. And into an inferno of light. Strands of bright light filled the darkness, replacing it with something I had not seen before. Color.
Color was seen for the first time with my eyes. Many, many hues that were hidden by the darkness were revealed. I was in awe. But that wasn't the only thing that was revealed by the spark. For where the spark had previously been, was someone like me.
It had a mane, a tail, hooves. Those hooves were clutched around me, as if it was afraid. Its face was buried in a soft texture that was wrapped around me. Now I know that was my garment, called silk. It was the color of the darkness.
The mane and tail were not like mine. They had color. Like one of the colors around us, yet it didn't change. It stayed that way. It was the same way with the hooves.
It was also wrapped in a garment of silk. Yet, this garment wasn't the color of darkness. It was the color of the light that I had clutched so tightly. I wondered if this someone came into existence from the spark. Again, I felt the emotion.
Slowly, ever so slowly I wrapped my hooves around that someone. I found that I could open and close my eyes, and that I could breathe. For the first time, I breathed. The someone also breathed. I could feel it moving up and down as it breathed.
There was a sensation as I held that someone like the spark. Warmth. I felt warmth for the first time. It was good. I could smell its mane.
It smelled good. Different smelling than the air I breathed. But good. That someone lifted its head, and opened its eyes. They were colorful like the ever changing colors of where we were.
A whirlpool of emotions were in each eye. But one stood out from the rest. The one that I had felt for the spark. Life, do you know who that someone was? I do.
That someone was you. You were born from that spark. That tiny spark held you inside it. I, Death brought Life into existence. But you, Life also as well brought me, Death into existence.
We both began at the same time. I never forgot that. How could one ever forget something like that? I watch you now, as you play your harp. When you first found it among the colors, you played it for the first time.
I heard music among the colors. It brought the wetness that were tears again. For the first time, I saw you smile. It was beautiful. You still make me smile.
But then there is the question that you now ask. “I will go, as well?” Your colorful eyes are filled with fear. So is your voice. I can feel the warmth of your cheek on my hoof.
The same warmth from the spark. And as you look into my eyes, I feel your gaze. Your eyes shed the tears of wetness. I won't let them. My hoof brushes it away.
You are afraid of going into the empty darkness again. But don't you worry Life. Look into my eyes. There is a spark that dances. I know you can see it.
That spark is the emotion that I felt for the spark of light. For you. I made a promise to you the day we where born. That I would protect you. And I am going to stand by that promise.
Even if it means that I would die as well. For the emotion that I feel for you I now know the name of it. Such a simple name it is. But one with so much meaning. One that many, many ponies have felt.
And like it did with me, it brightened their lives. Allowed them to see the color of their worlds. And until they find it, they feel the emptiness of the darkness. Love. I feel love for you.
There are many kinds of this emotion. But one is truly special. The love of another person. The want of what is best for them, even if it makes you angry, sad, or fearful. Many ponies have died because of this emotion.
Many ponies are born through this emotion. You were born from this emotion. I won't let you die without this emotion. Ever. So, I, Death swears that you, Life will not go out without me, Death following you to the very end...
Author's Note
I was originally going to leave in as a one-shot. However, I listened to a fanfic about the loss of color, and got to thinking about the importance of color. Then my thoughts led to the creation of color,...and on it went. 
Tell me what you think.