Two lengths afore three hands relieved apprehensive souls of their suffering and uncertainty. Two lengths afore three hands lifted a spirit to the heavens above, embracing the reciprocated love yearned therein.
The barren earth sips the Creator’s showers. The clouds unfold to shadow the torch. The leaves sashay, tickled by the dearly-missed breath. While a gaping wound welcomes a figurine devoid of soul, as of a keeper safeguarding Pandora’s treasure.
And so, a body laid sepulchered. For the blinkered, in the depths of the dust earth it doth belong. For the seeing, in the arms of the Lover, it laid encrypted.
