It's a tale of elves leaving Middle-Earth, who became the vile nephilim murders told in a story from a father to his daughter; all deciphered from ancient scrolls discovered in the last century. A little crazy maybe, but it's a story of depth I can't quiet get out of my head that grows with each new rewrite. You might find it interesting, feel free to tell me what's in need of fixing.
A How To...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you wake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Pagan, Christian, and agnostic alike, [know]... that
these words expressed the "right" things at the death of a much-loved person.
But to be born again, you must die