Ode to Death by Emily Clemmons

Shivers running down my spine

A cold touch, the touch of death

The string has been cut, now to be assigned

Heaven, Hell, Valhalla, all these choices depend on the last breath

Your servants, Hades and Hel shall take good care of me

Perhaps be a soul that can aid someone who has lost meaning in the past

None have escaped you, though Orphus tried with Eudrice

The time in with the living has passed

This is only speculation for no one knows what lies six feet below

The bodies, the skeletons, the fossilizations, victims of time and decay

For now, until the living get here, time will be slow

As I wait to fully join my new home in a world that has turned grey