The Rusty Gate
The wind blows through the leaves
they fall off the big trees, onto the graves.
The old rusty gate cannot seem to wait to be opened by you.
and their below your feet, neath the moss and long dead peat,
lies the truth.
Questions unanswered, wonders and whys
why some have lived and others have died
Secrets of the Graves
As the bushes in ft. of you
part away to let you through, to the tombs
The grave has said , to hear it you dread,cause its the truth.
Forget me not when you pass by
cause where you stand now, once did i
and where i lay down now, you soon shall be
prepare for death and follow me.
end By: Mark Litteral
they fall off the big trees, onto the graves.
The old rusty gate cannot seem to wait to be opened by you.
and their below your feet, neath the moss and long dead peat,
lies the truth.
Questions unanswered, wonders and whys
why some have lived and others have died
Secrets of the Graves
As the bushes in ft. of you
part away to let you through, to the tombs
The grave has said , to hear it you dread,cause its the truth.
Forget me not when you pass by
cause where you stand now, once did i
and where i lay down now, you soon shall be
prepare for death and follow me.
end By: Mark Litteral
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