• Wails of anguish
    In martyrs cemetery
    blobs of black surronding graves
    Depressing shadows gathering
    a choir of moaning
    echoing through
    the soul tearing world
    corps resting while the living suffers
    an old woman clutching on her black shawl
    ingnoring the fact that her glasses are fogging up
    knowing that crying wont make a difference
    a light shining on her head gets closer
    yhe red layers of the flower brings warmth
    the light starts pushing away the shadows
    as if it was letting them know
    there is
    hope.....