writing Memento Mori [poem]

[Halfblood 364]

What frivolous pursuits remain

The hopes and dreams left unobtained

Mar mankind's crypt as irreversible stains

Loved ones, hated ones are all the same

We are one in the dust of our earthly graves

 

The mortal man must not forget

He must submit to death

And all that he is becomes forfeit.