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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Ghost · #1840222
Even the dead grieve.
In the quiet of the graveyard
In the quarter light of moon
Fresh earth has yet to settle
And descend upon a tomb
She slips the bounds of earth
In search for one she missed
In search for her beloved
And free herself from this abyss—
And another soul does flitter
He wanders gently by;
He’s looking for his child
To whom he’ll sing a lullaby—
And brother was a soldier
He carries still his gun
He’s looking for the enemy
But here he finds there’s none—
And the ghostly form of girl
With wrists still crimson
From her wounds
Who in life did dream of death
But now the darkness will impugn—
And further in the graveyard
Under trees of pine and oak
Other souls do gather
And wear night as their dark cloak
They whisper to each other
And the air will catch their grief;
The living hear their cry
As moans and wails in night’s soft breeze--
They’re looking for their loved ones
They’re looking for their lives
The ones that they believed in
And those they’ve left behind
And in the quiet of the graveyard
In the quarter light of moon
They sing a song of sorrow
Of lives gone much too soon.
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