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The heavens mourned    in my stead love. They railed and rent    themselves through,    in the deep knell of the thunder,    and the flashing light of the lightning    as it struck in all its fiery promise. The gods themselves    wept my tears, my love. Rivers upon rivers   from those fickle immortals,   for where they are,   they were moved. Because I mourned you    my love, I mourned you. I mourned you,   so deep. But I was too far   from my eyes to weep. Cut off from my arms   that I could not tear my   clothes. Closed off from my throat   so the world would never   hear the banshee in my wail. For as my body mourned, My soul sought you. It reached out ,   to Hades Realms   if that was where you went. It asked    why would you leave us here?    this body of mine and    it's soul. So I could not weep    and I could not wail. And so the heavens,    they mourned for me.
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
Ode to a Love Lost
The heavens mourned    in my stead love. They railed and rent    themselves through,    in the deep knell of the thunder,    and the flashing light of the lightning    as it struck in all its fiery promise. The gods themselves    wept my tears, my love. Rivers upon rivers   from those fickle immortals,   for where they are,   they were moved. Because I mourned you    my love, I mourned you. I mourned you,   so deep. But I was too far   from my eyes to weep. Cut off from my arms   that I could not tear my   clothes. Closed off from my throat   so the world would never   hear the banshee in my wail. For as my body mourned, My soul sought you. It reached out ,   to Hades Realms   if that was where you went. It asked    why would you leave us here?    this body of mine and    it's soul. So I could not weep    and I could not wail. And so the heavens,    they mourned for me.
Erebus The Greek underworld, in mythology, is an otherworld where souls go after death, and is the original Greek idea of afterlife. At the moment of death the soul is separated from the corpse, taking on the shape of the former person, and is transported to the entrance of the Underworld. It is not Hell but the afterlife. Rest well, you were loved. written 13/7/2017 on your funeral
#farewell#love#loss#death#hades#immortality#souls
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
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