R.I.P.

A gray mist enters,

Swirling around the body,

Giving it an unearthly glow.

The soul departs,

Traveling down to Hades,

There to await judgement.

A/N: WHY IS THERE NO CATEGORY UNDER POETRY FOR "MORBID"? OR "DEATH"? THEY HAVE "LIFE", WHY NOT "DEATH"?