stigmaticman
Active Member
A Eulogy: All That Remains
"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
A man once was and now is not,
For death has claimed his beating heart,
With withered eyes, no light he sees,
The air, his lungs, no longer breathe,
Darkened is the brain, without thought.
Beneath the cemetery plot,
A man, whose body rests to rot;
'Now, cold I lie,' his gravestone reads,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 'A man once was.'
No long'r to walk the ground above,
Known for nothing but what is not;
The gravestone lies covered in leaves,
All that remains of his memory;
Though here he lies, the man is gone.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 'A man once was.'
"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
A man once was and now is not,
For death has claimed his beating heart,
With withered eyes, no light he sees,
The air, his lungs, no longer breathe,
Darkened is the brain, without thought.
Beneath the cemetery plot,
A man, whose body rests to rot;
'Now, cold I lie,' his gravestone reads,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 'A man once was.'
No long'r to walk the ground above,
Known for nothing but what is not;
The gravestone lies covered in leaves,
All that remains of his memory;
Though here he lies, the man is gone.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 'A man once was.'