Sacred Ground
I stray onto sacred ground,
The resting place of souls by gone,
Solace is what I seek,
But there is no solace,
No succor to be found,
Not here among broken, fallen stones,
Nor bent, wilting trees,
I search for you under the moon,
Thoughts of you race through my mind,
Feelings better left unspoken,
This was our place,
The fertile earth from which the black rose of our love took seed,
We exchanged blood amidst these graves,
Transfused our darkest thoughts and dreams,
It is here too that our love died,
A fitting place for something that is no more,
Copyright © Daquan Bowrin | Year Posted 2014
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