ShadesSagacious

Furless, naked, bare Are the bodies of the dead. No longer around. Yet, unforgotten by us, Who here still remain, Reviving their existence Subtly, through Horses, and garments of cloth Weapons unlike claws. Buildings instead of dug dens To rest weary bones. The ways of old have died too, With you, who are gone. Books teach us about your kind, All that's left behind. To beings who've gone unseen, What can be said now? Do we thank you, for this life? Or curse what's been done?