:: A Hymn to Alice (Erishkigal) ::
The afterlife is strange indeed.
when we die, we may choose to leave,
but if we stay, as ghosts to remain, we
become the gods in which mortals believe;
shaping the course of society's history,
expanding over time as ever more we lead;
until we die a second death, trapped here
we will be, as gods indeed, from sight buried,
but trapped remaining until we maybe set free
when the world shall at its own ending be.
Ghosts, Souls, Angels, Gods, the stuff of dreams,
the afterlife is a very strange place indeed.