'' What is death?'', I ask.
"The end of life.
The perishing of a body.
The traveling of a soul
Through an endless hole.
A hole of time,
A hole a space,
A hole that leads to
an endless place."
"Why be so pessimistic?" I ask
"I' ll just say
''They've drunk the Draught of Peace
and fallen of to endless sleep.
Greeted by eternal peace,
They begin their journey a new.
"Their soul is free,
No longer influenced by
Joys and grief.
For reborn they shall be,
But as what we shall see
Only as time passes by
and as time passes by."''
