Forsaken Souls

The fallen, forsaken, forgotten souls

are ashes in urns and bones in deep holes,

Consumed by the likes of the earthworm and voles,

That tunnel and burrow as deep thunder rolls.

Washed out with the deep tide of shallows and shoals,

The fire for the pyre burns white hot on black coals.

And you can now rest with your incomplete goals.

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