An Angel Looks Down
And the cemetery was a picture of serenity
A heavenly place your descendants resting place.
An angel with a broken wing stared down reverentially
on lost generations and delivers her final grace
Gods acre, where a lake of tears as been shed
in remembrance of the dead.
it echo's with a vicars prayers and wailing relatives.
When dusk descends and souls rise, and bats fill the skies
you can feel the spirits wake, and the living are replaced
with ghostly apparitions of the dead
comp entry 16052016
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