Scorn and sour eyes pierce
Through the dark clouds,
Illuminating shadows of spirit.

Lamenting and sarcastic words of comfort
Wishes upon wishes yet non came
Sleeping comfortable escaping pains,
Which come with the dark clouds.

If death come will it bring peace
Sun refusing to set and shine.
Dark cloud hovering around the body.

Will the soul ever be greeted?
Warmth of the looniness invade
Sweet melody sings together
Gate open for the lost soul
and feel the welcoming hands

It chose the place
cold fear sweep in
Mind freezes with time
yet death approach as it is