The Graveyard Tales
Engulfed in solemn stillness under the hovering moon
The somber music from the yew trees croon
The sacred dust from the graveyard recites emptiness
Under the hovering moon engulfed in solemn stillness.
Those dreamless beds now decked in white
Amidst muffled cries plods a grim sight
Ashes detached from life and death threads
Now decked in white those dreamless beds.
Tales of secret, fame and glory now rest muted
Names lost in oblivion that were once firmly rooted
Encased in caskets sans any category
Now rest muted tales of secrets, fame and glory.