Ode to the Dead

Sing hymns to the fallen
For soon they’re forgotten,
For soon they’ll be dust,
Singing hymns we must.

Earth will corrupt my remains,
Leaving bones and blood stains,
Pilfering flesh, reaping darkness,
Leading loved ones to madness.

At the edge of life I stood,
Waiting in a melancholic mood
For Azrael to take me away,
On that magnificent day of May.