Death smiles upon the barren and the lost,
Death pries on the souls of the hopeless.
Death waits upon those who appreciate,
Who realise the truth of fate.
With grief, walk the souls,
With anguish, they swim,
Across the Lake of the Death
They burn, within.
Above, there lies,
The sea of cold,
Where even the most lustrous hearts
Fail to glow.
Below the flowing basaltic lava
Below the wails of the dead
is a place like none other
is the place for those who dread
The Truth, the Reality : Death!
-Asma Sohail
Aspiring Neurologist. Book Freak, Cat Lover.
PS- Lacus Mortis refers to "the lake of death, one of the many 'lakes' found on the moon", says Asma.
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