• lilacwaves 14w

    The misery of the dead

    The fire glowed bright...
    Against the darkened light...
    They ignite the ashened ground...
    Where the dead ones lay bound...
    The footsteps that once walked...
    Now lies among the figures shadowed...
    They flicker in a rhythm...
    As if to say a hymn...
    The flowers lay burned...
    As if to remind them of the doomed...
    The dead heart doesn't gasp for air...
    Or wait to tell the living ones what was fair...
    The truth they found will remain...
    As a mystery over their reign...
    The ground of ash, black and crimson...
    Filled with the lost words of a mother and her children...
    The burned hearts of the ones lost...
    Remember in a gloom to what they used to boast...
    Is nothing but truth of misery...
    And not something to fill a treasury...
    ©lilacwaves