Death Came Knocking, Without a Clue

In the land of the dead, where silence reigns, There lies a poem that no one explains, A story of sorrow, of grief, and of pain, A tale that no one ever dares to proclaim. It speaks of a time when life was once bright, When love and laughter filled the night, But then came a moment, a sudden blight, That took away all that was once right. The words are etched on a tombstone so bare, The letters so still, they seem unaware, Of the tragedy that brought them there, A reminder of a life that was once fair. The poem tells of a love so true, Of a heart that beat for only you, But fate had other plans in view, And death came knocking, without a clue. The words are filled with a mournful tone, Of a life that now feels so alone, Of a love that will forever be known, In the land of the dead, where it has flown. The poem speaks of a journey so long, Of a soul that has passed on, Of a spirit that continues to belong, In a place where the living are gone. It's a reminder of our own mortality, Of the end that awaits us all inevitably, But it also speaks of the immortality, Of a love that lives on in eternity. Always remember the words that were once said, For they are a testament to the love we've shed, And a reminder that death is not the end, It is the beginning of the journey to another dimension.