Ravens adorned the headstone in peace and decease.
A silent lull blazoned the fading crimsoned autumn foliage, dainty in its still.
Let me build this epitaph of brickbats and blood smeared swords as if like us,
our very own sunset was engulfed by the earth.
Reminiscence of distant decorations in the air of the cathedral that betrothed us, here I lay in mourning in its backyard.
The graveyard.
