Lying on the crisp white sheets
Not moving a muscle.
Skin as pale as the moon,
Eyes glazed over.
Gone is the beauty of life.
The heart is still.
All muscles have relaxed.
Nothing stirs as the darkness covers the body,
Enveloping it in tendrils of wispy black.
Gone is the light of life.
Into the coffin,
A rose in the hands,
Dressed all in white to purify the soul.
Ebony lid closed forever.
Gone is the vision of life.
Deep down into the ground
Becoming one with Mother Earth once more.
Joining sisters and brothers in harmony
To finally begin life after death.
Gone is the human life.