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By Dez Submitted by vampirehunterdez Date: 2001 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.04.23.02.29429]] |
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Moonlight... Dawns on marble heads, Quiet; In this eve of epitaphs And past miseries, Now revisited. Yet how these silent Slabs of grey, Speak... To them that venture Deep into fields Of the stony dead. Fields... Where upright granite Serves to remind The living of the Fallen... For no matter how Wicked or Foolish in life; We become... We are transformed Into being Revered... Worshipped as monuments Of greatness in death; Examples of all that is good In this world. Words of praise... False or otherwise, Etched into these silent, Unyielding stones. If voices these Chiseled rocks possessed, Surely they would cry out In anguish... Of that which lies beneath. For the evil that men do Corrupts even these Marble markers... Illuminated in the Moonlight. |