Whispers float off silent walls,

Bouncing to the echoes’ of hallowed cervices,

There sleep the echoes’ of eternity,

Priests with hallow eyes,

Staring out of their shells,

As each soul passes their lonely gaze,

Their silent echoes’ reverberating the gates

of Death’s stillness,

Passing through into the void,

Lonely souls return to the universe,

Grasped in loving embrace.