When my days come to an end
Lay my body in the stone cold Earth
Leave me with riches of past memoirs
And dig my grave on the fervent firth
Settle my bones in a casket
Made of the richest brand of wood
And send me away with the recall
By the windows where I stood
Depart with the memory of me
In the white cocoon of my nest
Sprinkle the ashes of my lover
Atop my concave chest
Bleed the tears that fill you
As you mourn by my expire
And reminisce my glory days
By tongues of the heavenly choir
I'll adjust to the underground
And rot on the river's berth
Do not live your life in vain
When I do not live on Earth
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Epiphany [duo] | √
PoetryThis is the second installment of the Epiphany poetry collection, in continuation of Epiphany [unum].