Descended

The final perspective of life, seen from above.

We cherished her life, when it was no more.

We faced the curtain call of a wonderfull, strong and determined women,

with the attitude of fullfilment. Did we really belive what was being said?

Taking gratitude from friends, despite our lack of influence during the last moments.

I didn't believe what was being said. We never lived the way they preached.

We will never face death, with the same attitude of the Gods and legends.

It's not the way of mortals.

If Gods can cry, I know that ours did today.

Sentimental speeches of Love, and fullfillment.

We smiled, nodded and spat at the words of the strongest link, between death and life.

The priests couldnt see the blasphemy we tried to ignore... but I saw it.

With a atmosphere so thick you could barely move in it, we said a final goodbye.

No amount of roses in the world can cover the loss we sufferd.

And no one can speak the way, we needed to be spoken to.

We cant leave the sorrow behind that easy.

It's not the way of mortals.

To get to know you, when you've passed sides- was to much to bare.

Moving so gently, with tears and anxiety as comfort.

Dont tell me that it is okay to do what we do.

If this was her final testament, and her final will. Then the last we can do,

its to abide by the gentleness of you.

That is the way of mortals.