Her Broken Grave
Description..."Oh my Beloved, were you not told? Dust is forgotten, in wake of the Soul...-Duncan T Elliott
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Shallow grief, twisting vine Eternal pair left behind Leaves to shudder, needles musk Upon the water, darkened dust The wind begins to howl and moan, Another night he now must own Starlit eyes...silver tears Death is not, what he now fears Drink from silent streams Fear not, the waking dream The rose he bears under stars above In memory of the one he loves Cold winds batter Torment his soul His fate this evening He'll never know Every night, he stays till day To cry, by her broken grave, This last time he carries his heart, Over and over...He leaves their mark Life has less purpose, As it would seem It helps to remember All She ever meant to Me.