VOID

The soul slipped out in silent sighs, As darkness kissed its glassy eyes. A shadow torn from flesh and bone, Wanders realms where cold winds moan.

No warmth, no light, just hollow space, It drifts through voids, an endless chase. The body's husk, a pale, still grave, The soul departs what it can't save.

Whispers echo in the dead of night, Lost between the wrong and right. Bound no more by skin or breath, It dances now in the arms of death.

Twisted roots beneath the earth, Mock the memory of its birth. The soul, untethered, cold and stark, Fades away into the dark.