Epilogue Of Death

the existence of life
begins with the existence of our presence
into the tunnel of greed and hunger
in the dead of the night and
in the birth of the dawn
i recollect the memories forever

crossing through the field of dead daffodils
destroyed in the rage of finding one's identity
the quest for me myself and them
will never end

let me cross the river of hope
we still remember the cold nights
and the snow filled mountains
the howling of the wolves
will never be the same again

this life,this mortality
let it blow with the funeral wind
someday my memory will call you
to throw the same daffodil in my grave

epilogue of death...