I wrote thise at a friends and we were kinda talking about death..so this arose...Could be for the loss of Trip's sister, Elizabeth or for all victims of the Xindi Probe.

Death's Door

Blackness surrounds your sorrow
No kind hand reaches you
It is lost, gone, forgotten
Sunk in merciless depths

The Crows are your friends
The Storm's your partner
Death hangs near to you
You lose your hold

What can you do but move on
After sorrow follows hope
Hold onto what you have left
Let the weakness go

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