Realms beyond Death (20 Nov)

The last things his eyes saw,

Was the ice cold hands of death,

Extending and embracing him in silence,

Separating his body from his presence

As his soul ascended,

He saw his body for one last time,

Those limbs were old and the head was hairless,

His heart had stopped and his eyes were feckless

With the finality of life reached,

His head felt light,

His mortal days were over,

No need now to hate or fight

He didn’t think much,

Of the fate of himself,

Not much could be worse,

Than the life he had led

Standing at the judgement gate,

He wasn’t contrite, but satisfied,

For the first time ever,

He would be judged and sanctified

Do you have any regrets, 

The unshapely spirit asked,

Only that I didn’t die sooner,

He replied with surety, unmasked

Mortals have responsibilities,

They have duties,

Do you think you fulfilled your purpose,

And if yes then to what degree

The soul of the dead man chuckled,

Suggest do I, you go see for yourself,

Your herd is lost and its thoughts wavering,

You might benefit with some wandering

The world you created has been shrunk,

Its inhabitants now are violent and drunk,

I don’t care if you send me to hell,

I am happy to escape that world which is criminal

The spirit snapped his fingers,

And that was the last he remembered,

His judgement was now done,

There wasn’t a need to remember his life, that torture