363. The Abode Of The Dead
The afterlife cannot be won with the roll of the dice,
Nor can the Gods' good favor be bought at any price,
You will never reach Valhalla's hall with a dubious dare,
And the heavens will not open for bent knees and a prayer.
We are judged by our deeds from the time of our birth,
Each fleeting moment of honor adding up our total worth,
Every weakness shackles us, and over time they enslave,
Like a cancer these black marks follow us to our grave.
If the light shines brighter than the darkness of our soul,
And the Gods deem that we have achieved our fated goal,
Then to the next world we are assuredly destined to be lead,
To bask in the Gods' glorious light in the abode of the dead !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.