The Dead Slumber

the dead slumber

in their stone beds

with names etched out

on their head rests

bad weather comes

with storms beating

but the dead sleeps

nothing will wake

the living weep

for their great loss

loved ones have gone

they've cross over

with their maker

they now reside

as the dead wait

for the coming

as the wind howls

and an owl hoots

their ghosts now stir

through evening mist

moss covered stone

with names fading

memories lost

as time goes by

sleep on dear friend

I`ll not forget

your good deeds

you did for me......

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