Poem: Ghoulish Epilogue

What dread and foul a thing it is to die,
forever in the bitter dust to lie,
what sad and lonely place to be interred,
in silence lost, to speak no further word,
for all the world to go upon its way,
lost in darkness, while they know light of day,
to feel the nosy worms here wiggle in,
to know your soul forever lost in sin.