Eternal Slumber

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Death is something we all meet at one point or another.

 

It may be centuries away, or mere minutes.

 

What comes after, is unknown to those of us still breathing.

 

May it be emptiness, nothingness, or something we cannot begin to think of.

 

Perhaps the Seven Skies, a thing I hardly understand.

 

We simply must be ready for it,

 

And hope- it is not a gruesome scene.

 

One that will not scar those forced to watch, unable to do a thing.

 

Simply hope it is peaceful, of old age.

 

But be accepting of any end.

 

For it cannot be predicted, what will happen.

 

A guess, is all it is.

 

And a guess is all it will ever be.

 

At least, we get to live while we can.

 

Even if some are plagued with few years,

 

While some are plagued with far too many for one person.

 

Let us live every day as if it is our last, though.

 

As our death’s are inevitable, with the date unknown.

 

But I suppose, we should be prepared for a peaceful eternal slumber.

 

Signed, Mirabella Violet

Court Poet of Haense

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Corbin offers his approval and appreciation for the piece, perhaps taking inspiration from it into his next work.

 

 

[Marron 140]

Albrecht Mondblume sits down upon the grave of his deceased friend Rabbit and absorbs every last word of the poem, finding it rather comforting as he rests his head against the headstone.

 

"Du can alvays trust Mira to write from ze heart."