In the hollow, the hallowed grounds
I am of the shadows, unable to speak
As sparks pass, corruption remains
As flesh decays, we make no sound
Buried in cold soil, vanity made meek
As dust, lost as rains make us tame
We are the moment, never the lasting
We are temporary but long for the veil
Acting like fools, desire the everlasting
But despite a world of hubris calling
Should we ask, we may become eternal
