Truth

exhausted by proverbs predicting his fall the starving demi-ghoul retreats to the hall he climbs in the casket with tears in his eyes before they reach the skin they wither and dry the casket it closes and falls through a hole the creature hopes it will heal his weeping soul you may beg and plead he do not rise again. what comes out of that hole will not be your friend the ghoulish young creature rots from the inside how vaguely symbolic of how the soul died it blossoms in blood and new favor is found soon it will rise up from out of the ground it won't come back down like a star in the night if it ever looks down you will burn in the light if it is satisfied it may come down once more and it won't come out until Earth is reborn.