Weeping Willow

Bough waves to and fro
Farewell to quietus below
Neath weathered stones
Parched tis decayed bones

Fallen borne of ash and sand
Erased by elements command
Remnants of flowers remain
Forlorn tis unkempt terrain

Dwellers bask in shrouded shades
Flesh like twilight fades
Weeping willow don’t you cry
Kinfolk long since said good-bye

Revelations endless debate
Hell, or ascend to pearly gate
Those who dread last stand
Day of reckoning tis at hand