Words gone in an edifice of black
that shone once over his life.
Memory retains his past in a parchment baked on history.
In touch with a modern world
from womb to its demise.
Sudden cut from mortality, its disciples we are all.
Gone, gone in a mist from this plane
his epitaph shall read as a tome.
Immortalised invisibility has come full circle to him and his soul.
Let him sleep now.