By: Maggie Griffin
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
All humans die,
since it's a must.
But a beating heart,
an eternal soul.
A face of art,
eyes like coal.
Where it's cold and dark,
where life's obsolete.
Where there's no dove's lark,
and so grows the fleet.
There where once we,
and now am I.
For what I see,
I wish were a lie .