Cold shale besieges the corpse laid
Clad and Clammy wrapped in cloth.
There is no comfort among the dead.
No breath. No light. Not even a moth.
Something stirred. A warmth unfelt
A brightness unseen in the catacombs.
Great quake. Mighty angels knelt
Down to the One who broke the tombs.
-Wren
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