When Winter Fell Upon Our Graves
When winter fell upon our graves
The light of the moon illuminated our paths
To the cold ground we were no longer slaves.
Flowing through the air in waves
We could finally read our epitaphs
When winter fell upon our graves;
And the snow made its way across the plains
As we felt the cold winds against our backs
To the cold ground we were no longer slaves.
Sunlight breaks through as nighttime fades
But doesn't show our tracks
When winter fell upon our graves.
No longer bound by our faiths
Freed from our traps
To the cold ground we were no longer slaves.
Acting out our final roles in our eternal plays
Was it all a dream? Perhaps.
When winter fell upon our graves
To the cold ground we were no longer slaves.
Copyright © Adam Piper | Year Posted 2014
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