Sublime Slumber

A man sleeps in a mausoleum, where the dead reside  
Where bones of ancestors lay, in silent pride  
He seeks a place of rest, and peace from the world  
A refuge from the noise, where his mind can unfurl
 
The corpses and tombs, they converse with the night  
Whispers of reverence, in the flickering light  
For in this crypt of comfort, he finds solace and ease  
A reprieve from the chaos, that's never to cease
 
The silence is his sanctuary, as he lays among the dead  
Where the weight of life's troubles, are finally shed  
The ancestors watch over him, in their eternal sleep  
And he finds rest, in their company, where his soul can keep