Another Poem for hellsing. This is the "cookie" that I owed Agent HUNK
Death
As the casket is carried across to the furnace
The solemn people just simply yield
When the preacher follows slowly by
He says a prayer, which make all cries
Their hearts at their feet
And heads toward the ground
The grown up bury the children's' head to their bosom
And the background music played
Who is this woman brought to burn?
Will there be anyone who remembers her worth?
Is she going to heaven or down to hell?
Maybe she will just wander the world as a ghostly immortal?
For some she is just a symbol
For some she was buried within their soul
For other she is just a shadow that disintegrated long ago
Sometime, soon or late
It will be their turn to face this timeless gate
There are many paths from which to choose
But do not be afraid… as death approach
Many will win… many will lose
As they approach this eternal sleep.