The heavens mourned
in my stead love.
They railed and rent
themselves through,
in the deep knell of the thunder,
and the flashing light of the lightning
as it struck in all its fiery promise.
The gods themselves
wept my tears, my love.
Rivers upon rivers
from those fickle immortals,
for where they are,
they were moved.
Because I mourned you
my love,
I mourned you.
I mourned you,
so deep.
But I was too far
from my eyes to weep.
Cut off from my arms
that I could not tear my
clothes.
Closed off from my throat
so the world would never
hear the banshee in my wail.
For as my body mourned,
My soul sought you.
It reached out ,
to Hades Realms
if that was where you went.
It asked
why would you leave us here?
this body of mine and
it's soul.
So I could not weep
and I could not wail.
And so the heavens,
they mourned for me.
Erebus The Greek underworld, in mythology, is an otherworld where souls go after death, and is the original Greek idea of afterlife. At the moment of death the soul is separated from the corpse, taking on the shape of the former person, and is transported to the entrance of the Underworld. It is not Hell but the afterlife.
Rest well, you were loved. written 13/7/2017 on your funeral