Death is not the end.

Here I stand, hollow and stone. 
My soul engulfed in flesh and bone. 

In the dark I remain, void of feeling and care. 

My name is called. In the black, I stare. 

Tis my own self, calm he approaches. He smiles. Around my heart, his tether encloses. 

Don't you fear, not a thing. He says. 
For death is not the end.