Field of marble

Heavy and grey the air is silently gliding

along the truncated willow trees

a creepy song and a muffled sighing

as the spooky wind blows between

the weathered stone heads of marble.

Shadow leads macabre out of cadence                                        
the light that dizzy and so faint

scatters his last remains in a dance

of an eternal remorse and sorrow on

the weathered stone heads of marble.

Freakish warped spine-chilling statures

draw the ground with black granite stones

with a cross to picture the final ending

to show us the way, departed under

the weathered stone heads of marble.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

19/10/2014