Lover Of Death, Loved By Death

[StarMann]

This day, the dead did not rise, they fell.
First, in flakes of skin, falling like ancient dusty snow.
Next, came the torrent of blood and bile, a rot of putrid death.
And finally came a body, one long since thought forgotten, dumped as though worthless.
And all the while they were watched, yet never addressed, wholly beneath even contempt.

- - -

No matter the purpose in life
No matter what accomplishments you held
They are gone in but a moment's error
There is only one way back
We need not be burdened by this cycle
Lest your accomplishments only gather dust in forgotten halls