As the Shroud Burns   Leave a comment

The Shroud Burns

Time comes when all,
shall be reborn

Life to afterlife there is
tradition, ceremony

Before final dressing
the body is prepared

Washed to cleanse
with gentle hands
some, will be anointed
with aromatic balms

Then, for one last time,
gazed upon in glory

Wrapped in shroud,
from sight concealed
comes a time to rejoice,
when set upon the pyre

Fire of body and spirit
Purified in flaming energy

Then the soul will be reborn
When the shroud burns


Posted 27/03/2013 by DarKarsean in poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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