Death comes to us all. It respects neither kings nor slaves and there is no remedy against it, but there is hope for those who lived right. Hope of a life after death.

Imagining heaven.

A short story about dying and the afterlife.

The time, date and place of our departure is unknown we can only try to be prepared.

Possibly one of my favorite poems, this one personifies our friend Death and gives him a voice, a way for him to say, "I see you and this is exactly what I think of you."

Going to heaven.

A time to rejoice and unite after the battle has been fought.

This poem is about the after life. How everyone wonders what happens after we meet death.

This poem is a tribute to two legends of the Triond writing website, the recently late Most Popular Article and the stricken Mnofdichotomy. They worked together on the notorious Banksy project. Duff D Moss directed me to a website on spirituality which sparked off my story called Long Sleep, and now this.

Inspired by a friend who has recently written his own eulogy, in a light spirited manner.