Dyed bones, dead, alone, lie upon the hill
Their markers long forsaken, lost to time
They once laughed, danced, cried, as living do still
Laughter sighed, tears dried… wind brings icy clime
A child of seven, she passed very young
Two brothers, same day…mother’s tragedy
An old man who once, had an acid tongue
I search for stone… forever is to thee
‘Tis ancient this graveyard…my love persists
Across the centuries…heedless of years
In barren corner…your grave doth exist
I throw self on soil…dampen it with tears
Dead I shall so be…on Necropolis
Embracing you…free, from Metropolis
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