Between the Veils of Mortaility
The paths are travelled
For that is why we live... to journey.
In the shadows of death, fear lines the halls,
And in the canyons the demons call.
The last breaths are the most mysterious,
The most frightful ones of them all.
The veil is breached
The back path grows dim,
But a faint trail of light
From the crossover's rim.
Life interests wane,
A shroud falls between,
A new journey beckons.
One never seen.