A crule truth

Through the mist and past the gate lays the place of everyone's fate, Burried under the earth so cold marked by stones standing bold, The wind speaks in whispers here it scolds those who laugh and snear, For in the end we all will fall our fame our vanity we'll lose it all, We will all end the same way it will not matter what we say, Time will leave our bodies crushed as our bones slowly turn to dust, All we own and hold so dear the don't matter once we leave here, We all come ere when our time is done there is no place safe enough to run, There is no way to escape Death we grow closer to it with every breath, When our alotted time is all but gone and our life has played out its song, May we all be both joyous and weary that all our stories end in a somber cemetary