Mould and Decay

A WANING SUN HAD SET THE SCENE 0N A DYING GRAVEYARD ALL SERENE BUT MOULD AND DECAY HAD HAD ITS WAY IT LIVED AND THRIVED WHEN ALL HAD DIED LIFES A LIFELONG VIRTUAL DREAM ON A UNIVERSAL TIME MACHINE INITIALISED BY A BABIES CRY EXPIRING IN UNTIMELY DEATH ECHOING ONE LONG LAST LINGERING BREATH AND IN BETWEEN THESE TIMELY SCENES A FLEDGLING SOULS WASTED DREAMS AN ETERNITY OF LIFE LIES THERE CLOAKED IN A REALM OF DESPAIR TIME HAD TIME ENOUGH TO SCHEME AND TIME HAS TIME TO DECIDE AN UNTIMELY DEATH FOR THOSE WHO DIED THE DEVILS DARKNESS SWEPT AWAY THE FADING LIGHT OF A DYING DAY TO CONCEAL THE SCENE OF MILDEWED GREEN MOSS PAINTED STONES AND GRAVEYARD BONES IN AGED VANDALISED DECAY DAYS WANING LIGHT SEDUCED THE NIGHT TO CHASE AWAY THE DYING LIGHT CLINGING TO THE GRAVEYARD STONES OF MILDEWED MOSS AND BLACKEND BONES WHAT BRINGS ME HERE TO A PLACE SO DREAR WITH ITS MOULD AND DECAY LIVING AND DYING AWAY ITS SURVIVING AND THRIVING WHEN ALL ELSE IS STRIVING TO HIDE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION AWAY TIL RESURRECTION DAY WHENTHE TRUMPETS EXPEL EVERYONE FROM THEIR CELL TO SPRING CLEAN ITS SUCH A DISGRACE I WOULDNT BE SEEN DEAD IN THE PLACE THE INMATES WERE ALL KEEN TO JOIN IN THE SCHEME AND WITHOUT ANY MOANS ABOUT ACHING BONES