Legacy

Can you describe the cold to me
Or Nothing, or the Empty?
Imagine, if you will,
The great beyond;
Across the hills
And over yon,
The places you have never gone.

Can you see
Beyond the grave –
Heaven, Hell –
The Damned, the Saved? 
Their sunken eyes
And sallow face?
Souls lost in Limbo,
Shadows enlaced?


Would you draw
A draft thereof,
With likeness of
The gods above?

Could you map
For me the stars
And plot a course 
To shores afar?

Knowledge is a vain pursuit,
Yet we call the hounds
And don our boots
And start the chase –
So fleet of foot
Is that which we race
Unto our death
Yet no butt take;
While Time pursues 
Behind, in pace,
To capture us
And then erase
The memories
We wish to make –
Eternal unless
Eternity abase
The sacrosanct
Forever condemned
To be defaced.