Afterlife

Graveyards are a sorry sight Washed in shades of steel With pale faces Streaked with tears Treading the ground of the dead She glided along Unseen unheard For a mere apparition she was now Nothing more than a white phantom Mourning with the living Today was the funeral Of the body she had inhabited For 78 years Little did they know It was no use Ah! Humans that they were… She could bear it no longer And glided over to her body Shriveled and bereft Of a soul warm and golden That soul which was now pale and lost And she lay down with herself On the pyre She could hear the crackling fire And sniffs and wails Of humans bidding adieu The dead beckoning the new And she breathed her last breath Not of roses and lilies But of ashes and fire Devouring her pyre ∼∼∼