Graveyard
Pale, unloving tomb
No mark upon it
But a name, a title
Vicountess De Chagny
Cold sculptures
Hover around
Angels in gray relief
Love and warmth
Never matching
The angel of her heart
No flowers, no color
Save for one
A red rose
Perfect in it's splendor
Seemingly untouched in winter light
The true beauty deep within the ground
No more music in the night