Death spans
beyond despair,
but there is still
light in this place.
Delve upward
and you may see.
What remains
of so many veins,
and blood’s
intense journey.
I am within you,
and yet far from you.
Only my words to tell.
Death is no master here,
only the people
still bravely singing,
‘They shall not pass’.
A Wandering Poet 