Forgotten Poem by Richard D Remler

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Here lies a graveyard of forgotten stone -
Sharp as a razor and brittle as bone.

A wasted necropolis, and nothing more.
Just a breath from the waters that tease the soft shore.

They don't come here, you see. To this bleak soulless place,
A darkness and haunt far too cold to embrace.

Here cry the blood stones that watch the cold sea.
The Shadows that play here need no company.

Headstones mark every damp, dark, vaulted room.
Pantheon chambers they once called a tomb.

Where the black mosses rise in defiance to stand,
And blanket with dust the gray ashes of man.

Here the whispers run silent. No memento mori
Engraved on a stone to some vain memory.

Here we are forgotten, and time has no face,
In this empty, this silent and terrible place.

Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler