Death doesn't ring a bell,
It has a voice,
And it calls aloud a from hell,
Names and sins tallied till the end.
Life replies with a few moments of time,
With reminiscences of the past,
Calculating the last possible deed of this prime,
Replying refusals standing steadfast.
Yet death calls with a ringing,
The final loss of belief, entering eternal sinning.
It's alluring, more than life,
A realm of darkness,
Where neither peace nor wars abide.
Just pure unknowingness,
Where a brave heart, is a candle of curiosity,
Burning still to find a deeper darkness,
Far, far away, from the whispering brightness.