Requiem

In a churchyard grey and overgrown
Where rooks perch upon the headstones
And cry in cracked and mocking tones for no one

The mourners clad in black and lace
File through this God forsaken place
To lay to rest their master's mortal husk

Dust to dust, last of his line
With all the ritual of his time
Walled within the vault for centuries

Beneath the dying sun
Still the rooks cry for no one

When the mourners file away
The black, plumed horse drawn hearse will stay
Until the undertakers have drunk their fill

Beneath the dying sun
Still the rooks cry for no one

In a churchyard grey and overgrown
Where rooks perch upon the headstones
And cry in cracked and mocking tones for no one



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Roland
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