~ ~ Past the Old Iron Gate ~ ~, by FirePoet
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Past the old, iron gate
Down a path of broken slates
Of a cemetary, long since forgotten
Some tombstones so old they've broken
Some so old they had begun to crumble
Names and dates on them no longer legible
All varieties, angels and lambs to name a few
All very old, aged but none are new
A gravestone standing in grass overgrown
Chisled by hand from some kind of rock or stone
In the back all alone, a seven foot cross
Celtic to be precise, the base worn and covered with moss
Carved deep and bold across this momument, a single word
~ BELOVED ~
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Posted: 2005-05-11 07:16:30 UTC |
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