Black roses with dewdrops
Top dead bushes and wilted leaves.
Silhouettes shudder and weave
In and out of grey trees.
And in the fields, stand two towering gates
Beyond which tomb stones lie;
The atmosphere looks ghastly-
A thick veil extends for miles
I stand outside His mansion
And admire the crumbling walls,
The place draws me toward it, asking me
To walk through the doors, and explore the old halls
But before I am taken over, I remember home;
I crave its company, and I turn away;
My time will come
But not now, not today.
For before I come here again
I will keep Death waiting,
And on Earth, amongst forgotten legacies,
Mine will be carved in silver engravings.