Tremble thy heart,
Cold, aghast,
For the motion comences
And by the dawn
No ghost will rest,
They all come,
Far from the iron gates
And beyond,
Two scores or three hundred
Numbers matter not,
For our dead reel they way back home
Below walls of old,
And beds of wood,
In this forest most weird,
The crosses of chipped stone,
A cry dances in the sky,
Is the summoning
A calling much joyful
For such a grim parade,
Oh, those of my past,
I came to find,
Weak and lost,
Tumbling, amisdt the air,
The fallen of my house
And the noble i never met,
Both equally in despair,
For Death still holds their gaze,
And shine they will,
In the moonlight
Spectres come to life
But a life of rotten breath,
Cellars empty
And withered seeds,
Everything that is not meant to last,
And here, awake again.
I'll call my dreams
To cast away what i've done
But they too i betrayed,
Empty is the bed
Where i should lie
Empty as the graves
Of my friends,
Lovers
Family,
All, or none,
For what are bones
But the shadow of themselves.
