Kindred flames burn bright amongst the light, but where does the flame go when the darkness consumes.
We all shan’t be remembered, except maybe those unlucky few – but what of friends and families, lives, and stories.
Children won’t be spared, as the tombstones read, and even the healthy aren’t but a slip away from the eternal sea.
Sit with death, and keep him company, just as everyone before you.
But know that amongst the dead, the faintest sound heard behind the ear, resembles the sound of their voice, which was once carried by the wind.