Some say we become ethereal spirits.
Others believe we go to heaven or hell.
I say we become the animal that most reflected us in our past lives...
...She lounges by her Grave and keeps watch.
Her rich umber hair tumbling in the wind,
now lost from this world,
midnight blue eyes looking as if searching the horizon, it makes no difference.
All you can see of her now is the Dark, Lone,
Raven.
small story by me ^-^
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