A voice mumbles somewhere nearby. 

The voice seems friendly, but still alien to me.

Not the voice I was hoping to hear. 

I open my eyes searching for the origin, 

only to find a wasteland of pure gold.

Upon turning around I see It. The Raven.

After moments of silence It points to the spot I once laid.

The gold becomes earth at Its command,

the plot becomes a grave.

“Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris”,

The words crush my soul as they are spoken.

The Raven is something supernatural, beyond perception.

We are not Gods.

Our brief time on this earth is a symbol of our mortality.

It points again to the grave.

My corpse lay peacefully in the Earth's tomb.

I see the sprout grow from the corpse and I ask, 

“Is this what is to become of all of us?”.

“We all return to our creator” he replies.