The Pall Bearer (Angel of Sadness)

Shoulders square Face front, do not stare No tears, only dried eyes Eased a sigh, one final goodbye Carry and image of mystic A day after another Without you is incomplete Shadows blend in with your reflection Polished to perfection The pall bearer Palms up, raise you to the skies Shoulders square Wisdom of an older pair Faced front Left foot, right foot, up those stairs No tears on dyed dry eyes An image similiar to mystic Bare the weight down this darkened isle Past the first bench Now lay me a peace As an ignorant stench You are my pall bearer