Not of anything known Not of any substance Not of this world Nor here after Empty funeral procession The absence of which soul Transcends the ethereal The slow nudge of something imparticuler Like a silent snake slithering through the shadows An indivisible apperation A poltergeist,a sudden escape from the void Nothingness becomes emptyness Just like the hallow space It exists in your mind The material is of wind Sown together by storms And the angry Gods Whom cast stones amongst the cursed We never exposed We never had a moments hesitation Nor to take our last breath Shattered into many pieces Scattered to every corner of this world...