Once there were great ambitions
With great dreams and aspirations
Bound for fame and fortune
Now lying lifeless in a heap
Skin pale in pools of blood
They seem to be so very small
Such a small step between worlds
Between the living and dead
A mystery seen, but unbelieved
In an eternal blink they journey
Into the intangable kingdom
N'er to return, e'er inanimate
With majesty and pomp rendered
Symbolic of a devoted followers
Accompanied by, the not yet dead