In this season of death,
We walk the hollowed halls,
Deep within our own minds,
Stroll through the graveyards,
Of broken promises and lost dreams,
The thinning Vail reminds
Us of the loved ones lost,
And the sunnier days we had with them,
The days grow shorter and colder,
But death is such a beautiful entity,
In that with death comes new life,
Each peril comes a decision,
A chance to create beauty from the ashes,
Every choice made, Through and to conclusions,
Is a chance to rise from the previous cinders,
Even through the end of our knowledge,
Where life is unknown,
And we face uncertainty, We have the ability,
To face a new type of life.
