Here Lies Death
Here lies death, born and bred
amidst the scars of angry red.
Amidst the flowers, blooming bright
she gentles down to that goodnight.
Here lie dormant all her woes,
anger, sorrow, impassioned throes.
Across the sky the pale stars weep,
as lover’s child lies down to sleep.
No mourning dawn will fingers spread
to show the flood of angry red
No burning intruder from the east
shall come to waken the deceased.
Here lies death, at last at peace.