Death poem: Anew
I stand alone, hard ground beneath my feet.
The cool breeze blows,
calming,
soothing,
all things once dead are reborn.
The eternal repear, once sole owner, has now become a mere on looker.
Salvation and glory are the ultimate destination of the soul,
death,
a mere transition.
Renissance,
rebirth,
death is defeated and the soul remains.
The cool breeze blows,
calming,
soothing,
all things once dead are reborn.
The eternal repear, once sole owner, has now become a mere on looker.
Salvation and glory are the ultimate destination of the soul,
death,
a mere transition.
Renissance,
rebirth,
death is defeated and the soul remains.