Chapter V

Eyes With Ash

Eyes full of ash and tears

Waking the dead, sitting in a tomb.

I wipe those tears away;

Only to have them replaced with ashes.

Burned over and placed under.

Hopes long forgotten.

Dreams once living; fallen in dark places of gloom.

There is no ghost, dust to dust; ashes to ashes.

The life’s magic force dwells eternal.

If you knew we never die, what would you do with the time?

I would play in graveyards and say that death is a lie.

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