Dusty Old Graves
Cold winds howl an eerie song.
A cyclone of leaves move around barren graves.
AA stare lit night doted by dark clouds.
The grass sways as if to steel the oceans sole.
They lower the casket.
Tears blown dry.
"Nothing in his life.
Became him like the leaving."
"He died as one that had been studied in his death," (I. Iv. 8-10)
"He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust," (I. Iv. 15-16)
Yet time passed and the winds songs are just as eary.
The leaves swirls are just as twisty.
The dark clouds are still in the sky,
And the grass is still trying to obtain the sole of the ocean.
But now the grave is closed and no one cries for a lost soul.
Cold winds howl an eerie song.
A cyclone of leaves move around barren graves.
AA stare lit night doted by dark clouds.
The grass sways as if to steel the oceans sole.
They lower the casket.
Tears blown dry.
"Nothing in his life.
Became him like the leaving."
"He died as one that had been studied in his death," (I. Iv. 8-10)
"He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust," (I. Iv. 15-16)
Yet time passed and the winds songs are just as eary.
The leaves swirls are just as twisty.
The dark clouds are still in the sky,
And the grass is still trying to obtain the sole of the ocean.
But now the grave is closed and no one cries for a lost soul.