The Promise
A cold October night, the All Souls' Eve
I stand my watch, and think, and grieve
For those whom I shall never see again
After all these years, so much, much pain.
Soon we shall be at the Place
In spite of myself, I feel my heart race
Once again, I hear those awful screams
Those cries of terror and crushed dreams
It's been well over six and a half years
I've faced Death enough to have no fears
Death they say is an illusion
Nothing but a human delusion
Then why do I feel this razor knife?
If we but go from life to life?
If on and on we go, with no end,
I haven't really lost my friends.
It is because I do not really know
After death, where do we go?
What this now that I hear?
Voices, and voices, yet I do not fear.
At one of them, my heart is still.
I know that voice- Yes, tis Will.
Do not grieve for me, do not feel pain.
I promise you Lights, you'll see me again.