Upon the Stone

The Earthen rock that beckons me by name Shall keep my chamber guarded free Alabaster and jade erode in shame But stands to protest a place for me For on the Earthen grounds, I rot I am cast into the shadows seeking light A cadaver that stiffens, I have fought I cannot see through stolid eyes of filmy white Where is the beauty that beckoned me That song of white and winds Was it a but a cryptic entity And to jaunt as in death it sends? Oh, pale aggregate of underexposed lies, smote An embalming gleam in your eyes, smote!