The Crypt

thoughts of death

The crypt stands still against the night
In stillness to are those in wait
All here lined in rows
All Marked both name and date

Did in life they know this place?
To walk these garden paths as I
To view the beauty of the crypts
Standing here against dark sky

Will they find the peace they seek
Will there dreams of death come true
Or could it be were all just fools
To believe and to dream O LORD,OF YOU....

R.M.S.