When You Die It's The Same As

In Every Trade Save War Men Of Talent And Vigor Prosper. In War They Die.

He Can Give Me What You Cannot. Death Is Not A Lover. Oh Yes, He Is.

At One Time In The World There Were Woods That No One Owned

He Lay Listening To The Water Drip In The Woods. Bedrock, This. The Cold And The Silence. The Ashes Of The Late World Carried On The Bleak And Temporal Winds To And Fro In The Void. Carried Forth And Scattered And Carried Forth Again. Everything Uncoupled From Its Shoring. Unsupported In The Ashen Air. Sustained By A Breath, Trembling And Brief. If Only My Heart Were Stone.

The Nights Were Blinding Cold And Casket Black And The Long Reach Of The Morning Had A Terrible Silence To It.