Gravestone

Emerald blades thrust up into liquid golden beams that touches all with fire in the warmth of the day bees of Amber and obsidian seek within the breeze sweet sense do show the way to the prey they hunt blooms of colors bright twirl bob and dance in the music that is life carried by the gentle breeze defiant grass grows tall steel blades here not known lost in the veils of time here none do seek shadows of the grass does sway down upon a broken stone loss within the mist of time last record of one now unknown none remember of this place or the one who here does lay of their story is not known all is lost like this stone traces worn near all away of the letters once engraved no one now can read the words of the one here in turned interred palest stone of shiny white carved with steel by master’s hand none did count the cost of gold for the one they did lay marker meant to stand through time and the story of this one told veils of time to cover all and all stories fade away