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From the cold tomb’s heart
Came a spirited wail,
Being trapped in death,
A veritable hell.
But life shall come to this soul to fill
Nevermore.

To the rotted corpse
Came the blackness of night
Streaming through cracks
And bones of white
But the sun shall rise and fill its sight
Nevermore.

From the silent, still, and blackened grave,
Came time to wash away the days
Of a life that passed like smoky haze
To return here
Nevermore.
By: Bobette Bryan

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.  

by William Butler Yeats