Spiritus Mundi

One step forward,

Toward the fall,

A feeling less to burden my soul,

The name of the fallen…

Written above my door…

Summon the demons,

To carry them all,

Away, far away,

From the ashes…

…what one may call a soul…

The filthy remains empower all worms,

To gather round,

Feast upon forgotten names,

Of a still living god…

About to die aren’t you all?