Of Death

Do you think death lets us forget?

The mighty force of its visage

In the dark rooms of our lives

It builds its terror only to learn

And when death calls, we let flow a river

Burying the sanity of mind and open the mines of guilt

But are we here to wallow in our failures

Of saving our near and dear from death’s hands?

When moments seem lost to cause

When life’s materialistic deeds burn with our pyres

We answer the most important question of all

What does life really mean when we finally fall?

Death is indeed, greater than life

For it gives us the chance to live again

For it brings us pain, misery and relief in a moment

And it takes with it the life of one when time finally stands still

Death comes to us in myriad visions

In man, beast, machine or nature

It’s terrible talons tear us apart

But in the end it is what it leaves behind

Memories of the departed linger on

To remind us that life is all real, yet we sometimes forget

That you and me are just grains of sand

And we are living on borrowed time

Death alone is pains answer, and he comes when the time is near

Whispering calm hymns of the dead

Ushering us to the new dawn

Beyond where even the holiest of us fear to tread

Angels inherit the worlds above

And angels bathe the worlds below in their snow white glow

The fires of the funeral pyres hasten our journey

To the land of the gods that we once believed in

Death is not our foe, but our philosopher and guide

In times of great adversity, he raises his head

To soothe our burnt bodies with his gloved hand

And to gather us in his shadow of eternal black

Of death we should not be afraid

For it is above as below

And in death too, we live

As we die in life.