The dull light streams into the room,
An imageless body lies there,
Basking in the forbidden sun.
A bell rings in the distance,
This sound,
Only heard by the dead.
The white body lifts from the ground,
Floats to the direction of the bell.
Many more bodies follow,
All going to the same place.
But him,
No, not him.
He is falling to a darker place,
For he has sinned.
A murderer, a warrior,
The god of death.
While others rise into the light,
He sinks into his home.