~Cemetery~
Flowers in an open field
Over shadows caving in
Darkened days and darker nights
Sulking stalks of petals limp
Drooping thorns on roses’ stems
Blowing wind that’s cold yet stiff
Sulking vines of weeping willows
Fading colors of meadow grass
Overcast with light wet drops
Racing down the stems of plants
Frowns upon the open sky
Gray and sorrow fill the abyss
On and on goes ice cold stretch
Round and round the realist’s head
Stabbing icicles in the wind
Piercing into dark cold gray
Forever seen as finite aura
Always remembered as careless waste
Hidden in its magic powers
Cemetery of an endless night