Another Urn

Death comes to us all, as the saying goes,
But there lived a girl with her fair share of woes

She lived a life not dissolute, but not one of piety,
And only those of integrity and loyalty she did seek for society

And at a tender age she met a man,
Who tempered her ambition and asked for her hand

But the fates would not warn her
And too late would she learn,
That to her shelf she'd add yet another urn

Life moved on, as the world keeps turning,
No matter how the seas be violent, seismic, tidal bores churning

Achievement she sought, and did so with zeal,
For it helped to quell the sleep demon's appeal

But her dark family history slowly let itself be known,
And Death's bending sickle, his seeds planted and sown,

So with a weighted heart and tears that burned,
We're added to the shelf, more and more urns

But soon she chose to seek the beauty in life,
To ride the waves of pain and conquer the strife

And for that time, she experienced joy and glee,
The sense of greater purpose and the flight of the free

Until the day of darkness, blood-stained hands,
Her brother murdered with a hammer, a faceless man

She wrote him letters, but never used his full name,
For only his initials could stave off the pain

And in the anguish inside her that repeatedly churned,
She placed on that shelf, yet another urn

What followed was inertia, dissociation of time,
And she relished the punishment of pain sublime

But in moments of passion and a belief in the soul,
She could see kindness around her, and great change was her goal

Yet the rollercoaster world eventually tired her,
And it took more and more effort to move and inspire her

And when the time neared, for her own death,
A twist of fate resulted in her husband's last breath

For a rewind in time, she begged and she yearned,
But placed on her shelf another urn.