Silent Stones Cemetery Sleep

Where shadows stretch and ancient stones reside, A silent city sleeps beneath the trees. Each weathered name, a story left aside, Whispers of lives carried on the breeze. The marble creatures watch with solemn gaze, As twilight paints the sky in hues of gray. A melancholic beauty fills these ways, Where memories linger, never fade away. The earth, a cradle for the heart's last rest, Holds secrets deep within its fertile ground. A sacred space, eternally possessed, Where peace and sorrow silently are found. In this dark haven, beauty finds its bloom, A final chapter in a timeless tomb.