ShadowsCool
04-14-2012, 05:21 PM
Misty Graves
On our graves there gathered a mist.
Not a creepy kind of mist
Like a reddened moon in a dark sage;
But an enlightened mist of a beautiful wave,
Of a brightening day of heavens grip.
We laid inside the graves for some time now,
What was left of our bodies had long decayed.
But that didn't matter,
We had been sent a calling,
A calling of a heavenly wave
Of us being saved.
And so upon the midnight dreary
When you look upon the graves so eerie,
Remember to look upon our two graves
And see the light that the heavenly gave
Of us two souls sent on our way.
On our graves there gathered a mist.
Not a creepy kind of mist
Like a reddened moon in a dark sage;
But an enlightened mist of a beautiful wave,
Of a brightening day of heavens grip.
We laid inside the graves for some time now,
What was left of our bodies had long decayed.
But that didn't matter,
We had been sent a calling,
A calling of a heavenly wave
Of us being saved.
And so upon the midnight dreary
When you look upon the graves so eerie,
Remember to look upon our two graves
And see the light that the heavenly gave
Of us two souls sent on our way.