In the vanishing twilight
Sits a tomb in the eternal night
Imploring the moon to rise
Wilting flowers upon its headstone
Shedding petals like tears
Falling in silent reverence
To the fading daylight
Night falls cold and dark
Impassive to buried memories
Fleeing into obscurity
The moon casts an eerie glow
Upon the grave of a sleeping soul
Its quiet solitude is carved in stone
As time stands still for the bones
In this ‘the final resting place
Behind wrought iron gates
Where the moon holds its nightly vigil
Guarding dirt covered coffins
Filled with decomposing memories
beneath a sacred moonlit night
