Not Dead

A shell, hollowed out; a void of stone. Depths unbearable, pressures abound with no diamond glint.

Light subdued by dull facets of granite. Fissures in a monument of old; the only adornment, a cobweb crown.

The rays, not of a bright sun, but of a mystical aura. A jade poison emanating from a forgotten tomb.

Not dead but buried and gone.