And at last, the veil is death. You are the veil, you are death. The funeral dirge of song, the eternal rest of life, dust to dust you now belong. You are the veil, you are the casket in which the shell is placed. The ceremonial encasement where the body is now based. You are the veil, you are the eulogy, the good tidings of the tale within, a pinch of bitter, and a bit of sweet, a story told to friends and kin. You are the veil, you are the weeping mourners tears. They will miss the life they've come to know, the hopes and yes, the fears. You are the veil, you are the burial. The final goodbye for the living. As the chamber is lowered, the amens follow the message the clergy was giving. But, the message does not end here. For with every door that closes, a new one opens. Revealing a rebirth, a new season, and a new blossoming of roses. And the veil remains. It is born in the writings of poetry and prose It foretells in similes and metaphors It is a curse in fact and in fiction It dies But it is reborn The Veil..... This is the final installment in this series. Thanks to all who read, and all who responded.