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Gravestone’s Moan
I sit alone where the gravestones moan
And wicked winds wail wild
Where willows weep and shifting shadows creep
And the dark is deep and defiled
Ghostly sighs where the lantern light dies
Death spoke my name in a sable rain
With a voice both grave and grim
Tapped his bone on the cold gravestone
As a pale cold hand pulled me in
For the grave is wide where the dreamers hide
And the dead are buried deep
There’s a place for me in the Stygian sea
Where the restless spirits roam
And the night is kind to the weary mind
When the Reaper calls you home
Copyright ©
Edward Wraith
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