All The Things I Couldn't Say

A cycle

Into the earth shall we once again return,
With death being a completion to our mortal bodies.
   
A goodbye to this fickle world,
Where last words are said in silence,
And the absence scar the still living.
  
Closed eyes that may seem asleep,
But no one knows the presence of the soul.

The body is dead but the soul still lingers,
Into a grave where the first of judgements begins.

For mortals time is fleeting.
Though there maybe those of brave hearts,
There are drums still beating the rhythms of the marches to the grave.

Death is an embrace to an eternity unknown,
A farewell to those who have embarked,
And a clear call to those who have yet not