In the cold damp crypt
the iron gate groaned,
'it is not your time'
But I am so tired
The marble hard and stern
'you haven't learned enough'
But my head is aching
The dust that clung to the walls whispered,
'your journey is still afoot'
But my body is exhausted
And the ghosts of my ancestors quieted all the tension
'Do not fret, you are next.'
~ElizaDeath
