For Those Who Have Gone Before

Circles in silver
Solitary and sublime
Bloodshot eyes and lullabies
Folding hands of time
The words lose their meaning
Those words lost their meaning

Flaming wings on granite
Falling leaves and rain
The scene's unchanged
The rest remains
Sing a song for them
Oh, sing your song for them

Beneath a black sky
On your blanket of white
A red gown on a fallen star
Joins the honorary ball
But dance alone
Just dance all alone

Poem by Angel di Morte

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