A dirge

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A grave of solitary
The Psalm of deserted souls
Unforseen tragedies of fate.

A dirge of hands to never be held
The mourns of eyes shut forever
The coldness of bodies put to rest.

Sound of hearts stopped forever
Beautiful lips forever shut
Full of words unsaid.

Failing words of roaming spirits
Goodbyes that were never said
And sorrowful wistful eyes.

The joyful cries of a newborn
Mournful weepings for a new lost soul
A life comes and another deserts.

Alas, the struggle is ended
The vanities are left behind
Only the love will be carried on.

The chronicles of death
The Lamentations of those left behind
The blue sky that turns to grey.

A dirge | Ecency