The veil flutters
In the breeze
Though all doors are closed
For few who enter, leave
Trapped within
A Veil of Death
Listen to the voices of the dead protest
The veil shifts
As Death exhales
Go through the veil
Be trapped with the rest
Enter the room
Only if you dare
Hear the voices
And their despair
In a room of mysteries
Where questions are foreve asked
None are ever answered
His death shall not be the last
Not the first causaulity
In this second tide of war
His godson will forever wonder
If he could have done more.