William's Muse

Words to inspire eternal time
Reason to justify our immortal climb..
Breath of the wind to flury life's calm
Birth sets precedent the mortal psalm.

Man to beg pardon neath soil of grave
Fortune the beggar, emotions of thieves behave.

Lost in translation for monetary gain
The pasts salvation claims his name.

Natural tendency weights the scale
Inherent frame now weak and pale.

Death's rage consumes us despite morality
Extinction to empower all humanity.

So be it to claim denial gone wrong
Justice found verse, death sings its song.

Yet whose voice remains to be heard
When our ears betray the ghostly word.

As shadow is cast yond each headstone
The vision tells tale as the spirits roam.

Neath grave in element of earthly soil
Primal atoms stir harmonic and loyal.

Decomposition in soil resurrects matter
Each soul ascends, reality shatters.

Transition in life a quieting disgrace
Death's barrier a door to the Cosmic Race.

- Blanche McLanahan