Thankless Sheol Poem by Daniel Mentor

One fate to all
A dutiful servant
A shrewd merchant
All end in a thankless sheol
Hold nature for what holds
For both the feeble and bold
Betwixt here and eternity
One thing that shames vanity

Doom! Doom! Doom the drummer
Whose drums shall cease to bicker
All the exuberance a waste
The strife for all to taste
Doom! when the vail is broken
He visits that is scarcely spoken
And the meek like him who loved hate
Shall be still, a guest of hade.

When a place ends the footfall
He shall wail who shall still fall
The breath of life we pay no bill
Returns to providence who give at will
Sorrow stricken, the living blood
He won't be found home or abroad
Man is a flower
That one day must wither.

THANKLESS SHEOL BY DANIEL MENTOR