Eternity’s right
“O” the sting of death,
is but a wisp of breath;
Clinging to the souls of men,
where none living,
have ever been.
Given plight,
to reasoning minds,
Eternity’s right,
towards mortal kinds.
Beseeched life,
hopeless tombs,
filled with strife;
earthly cord, finally cut,
into the box, that final rut.
