They linger in mist
across a great divide
between the here and the now.
A mile from heaven, they wait,
amidst cleansing fire, the final beckoning—
in the hall of souls.
The past left behind
lost forever and a day
when time determined all things.
Now in a constant gray they wait,
where time has been swallowed in eternity—
in the hall of souls.
Say a prayer for them
from this mortal dwelling,
offer them a moment's suffering.
For when at last they journey home,
they may remember to pray for you—
in the hall of souls.