After Death: The Enigma Beyond

After Death: The Enigma Beyond

Some whisper of Heaven's golden light,

Some murmur of Hell's eternal night.

Yet who can tell, who truly knows?

None return from where the river flows.

Some proclaim of salvation bright,

Some speak of souls in endless flight.

A cycle unbroken, a fate untold,

Yet dust we are, to dust we fold.

Beyond that veil, no pain, no plight,

No hunger's ache, no fear in sight.

No motion stirs, no echoes roam,

A silent slumber—cold, alone.