Cold and fading, strangled and freezing
A crooked sculpture caressed by the winds
Engulfed with sorrow, ennui and horror
Unable to move, unable to bleed
The youth of a dawn, the rarest of all lights
For the somber eyes it’s doomed to shine
At a graveyard site amongst the tombs and shrines
The paragon of grace has been solidified
Like a death-moth that crawls up a headstone
A last ray of sunset is touching this face
It’s been caught in a moment, a moment of wonder
What were the forces that did take its life?
The youth of a dawn, the rarest of all lights
For the somber eyes it’s doomed to shine
At a graveyard site amongst the tombs and shrines
The paragon of grace has been solidified
A statue made of flesh
Has been eternalized by Death
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