-The Dying and The Decaying-

Flowers on these graves
Don’t they tell you a story?
The dead must be brave
Oh how they endure this silence for eternity

They must have waited forever
And forlorn they still are
Until the hourglass breaks this flow of river
Until no longer is the sun, the moon or the stars

Even the flowers are all withered
Like the bodies underneath
To an end delivered
A lesson for one above that breathes

But we march past them
Quite as a dark night
Wearing a life-adorned diadem
Pursuing the tragedies of daylight…

-The Gypsy

I’ll draw for this one myself! ^_^ wait for it.


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