Memories Weigh upon us.
The graveyard now in sigh.
An owl in the night.
We spot its grandest majesty,
wings spread to take light.
We reach the cemetery in silence.
We look upon the tombs,
and weep at the violence.
Embraced in midnight, our minds may finally withdrawl.
Our hearts in sad rapport, at the broken gravestone,
that has survived centuries before.
Our souls it hath captured, pervert into darkness.
Our hearts it hath raptured.
we now creep into your bed.
The cold of somber winter snows,
at the enraged souls of the dead.