The End, or maybe not
Life and death, natures greatest trick. Without one there can not be the other.
To walk among them, I hear them tell their stories.
Together in life and death
Vita lived a life she chose
A life cut short but stone remains to tell her tale.
A place to rest for many souls
Together we lay, together we stay. Though time ticks by we rest.
A memory, the stones remind.
A broken stone lays upon the ground. She sleeps below, oblivion calls.
The birds watch from high, they see the quiet place.
Fell the tree that once stood tall.
To reach for the sky, even in death.
The angelic clouds, float across a crystal sky fills the mind with melancholy.
Hells stone reminds the sinners plight.
A winters day, the trees sleep waiting for warmths return.