A little poem I did to honor my grandmother's death. I know I'm not the best, but it just the thought that matters to me. At the Beginning, is the hunt In the middle, is the kin And at the End, is the black Now the soul has departed From body and world To be welcomed by The Nightmother’s grasp To be lead through the dark Once again To reach paradise After reachin the gate The soul is now guided By its mind, spirit and body The intelligence is of an Owl Wise and always soaring The spirit is of a Dog Kind and caring The body is of a Lioness Strong and firm Paradise awaits for them So they can hunt Once again
Nice, I too did one for my grandfather on his passing it was short and simple and I am sad to say I lost the copy I did of it and my memory is not the best. I would share it if I could remember it in full but as of this post I can not. I lift my glass to those who have to pass through the gateway of death into the hereafter and a new life's frist breath. ~Silver~
