Gated garden of planted stone
Of withered flower and driest bone
Of untold grief and unfathomed dream
Of hallowed earth and epitaph memory
Of blackest veil and tear streaked face
Where time ceases it's steadfast pace
Of macabre decor and festered flesh
Of restless shadows and gilid death
Of journey's end and widow's triste
Of witch's mass and resurrectionist
Where past and present gather to meet
In this garden of eternal sleep
Where peasant and king find common ground
And silence prevails all year round
A descent in feet, six in all
When we shall heed Azrael's call
Of archaic tumuluses and rocky cairns
Of decrepit ossuaries and pyres burned
A place we loathe and yet must go
From once above, to now below
COMMENTS
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MistressAngelique
15:43 Dec 10 2016
Beautiful poem, my love :)