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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves There is a mournful silence that extends Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks The place, some morbid warning portends Hush.... hush is this place, here no bird sings The wind here sighs in silent pain There is a muffled horror all around the place Even the leaves chant a sad refrain Here, Death sits on his imperial throne Mocking at the relics of human glory Zealous with the task of deleting the old To script a new chapter, a new story In these ancient graves sleep the silent dead Their toil and trouble ended with life They must have been perhaps heroes of the land No more are they part of world’s victory or strife Nor its sad commemorations or triumphant jubilees Though released from the shackles of oppression Each dear presence has now become an absence Here they lie anonymous, without a single possession Did they perish in a battle or struck by some pestilence However, their names are blotted out from life’s tome They are knocked down and mocked by time And they lie here uncared, expelled from their home. Generations pass and their progeny comes Unmindful of who lived before them Neither thankful of the legacy left behind Nor thinking that all comforts, from their toil stem Vacancy alone greets my pensive eyes Each life here is a volume shut down, To be cast aside and eventually forgotten, Or erased forever with no name or renown With a heavy heart I stand beside these wrecks Thinking I too shall lie here, devoid of all opulence Leaving all my hard-earned possessions behind With no trace, mocked by time and forgotten by the populace
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