Post by DarkRain on May 24, 2004 15:41:31 GMT -5
Mourning, loss, fear
Most feel as they enter
But I only see beauty
Of a kind few can see
Cool slabs
Of carved stone
Marking the collection
Of human bones
In so few words
A lifetime is told
An eternal marker
Of a human soul
Beauty
In death
As stone angels’ stand watch
The guardians of the bones
Hundreds of corpses
Laid out in rows
Who they were
Few care to know
