One Day We All Will Die

The doors opened with a creaking sound,

I curled in a corner like a worm round,

Swift winds and swooshing hails,

Flew by as if they sail

Crashing window, fluttering curtain,

Wind storms yet no rain,

I heard the sounds of the spirits,

Coming from the graveyard with sprinting crickets,

I reckon the farmhouse’s night,

I believed I was alone until in fright,

I felt a breath around,

I turned back and spun round,

Saw a toddler boy running unsound,

Less did I knew that he was reawakened,

Killed by a hunter at henge,

Born again to take revenge

I asked him about the heaven over clouds,

The spirit frowned and said he was still wandering on the earth so round,

I asked him about his hates he said,

Being trapped in the cycle of rebirth and the childbed,

Glad to know but petrified though,

We live in a world with a horrific blow,

These are tales which want to be heard,

But are often left unheard,

I close the tale with a sigh,

Because one day we all will die,

No one there to remember and cry,

But the cycle shall go on,

Be it rebirth or a delivery by dawn,

World shall stay but we vary our forms,

Rebirths unheard and stories uncovered for the sake of norms,

We must discover the world that we thought never existed,

Life is DNA every step is twisted,

Live today with no sigh,

Because one day we all will die.