Dark is the moon
And shadows whisper
I hear them cry in the gloom

I strain to see as I journey inward
A name I knew on a forgotten tomb

A time ago I trod these lanes
Long ago,(a child was I)
And asked of my guide "Why do we die"?

He answered not,no sign he gave,but
Knelt he by an open grave
And then I knew what was to be-
I knew what he was showing me
Herein at last I was to lie
Entombed in grave but
Never die!