Midnight in a graveyard…a thousand eyes crisscrossed my skin
‘Twas eerily bereft of life save my breath first out then in
And soon a chorus of voices, joined those thousand eyes
They spoke in perfect harmony and in a way so wise
I was informed I strode about a land where there lie “ain’ts”
They’d once been “heres”, perhaps some sinners, a smattering of saints
My son, they said, we are all dead, so harken to these words
And as they spoke, the moon was cloaked, with flocks of “hawkish birds”
I trembled and my knees grew weak, as terror turned to doubt
Yet, the voices spoke with resolve and drove the raptors out
As the last bell tolled, I ascended knoll and subdued my inbred fear
And words of wisdom from those distressed reached deep inside my ear
Their message was a simple one that had been passed since tip of time
It merely said, from souls now dead, that indifference to the living, was mankind’s greatest crime
Their brief eloquence ended with these words to contemplate
Compassion was the only key that opened heaven’s…gates
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