Where the worlds meet there shall I sleep,
And be in peace etched in a stone shadow above my body,
Cold in natures grip feeding through my flesh and harvesting my bone,
Mimicking the falling leaf that lands on my new turned soil,
Silver rays shine down on my grass,
Embracing a life after life that flows from my decay,
My being gone but life lives on,
The only thing left of me a rock carved with my name.
