
I drag about resounding, clanging
Time has worn me down, as I creep about the cemetery
I see the dead in all their dullness
Dry, barren, arid from decay
Eye sockets like sunken craters
Darkness fills my orbits and cavities
I smile, the smile of death and silence
What was once alive is now retired
On a bed of worms and soil I lay
Nothing to feel, nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to taste
Oblivion calls me forth but here I lay
Old bones unable to act upon the signal
The graveyard beckons me stay a while longer
The gravedigger watches over me with diligence
The mist upon the graves glimmers at dusk
As we hibernate awaiting the call of the night
And upon the midnight I will arise
To drag and clang about the graveyard site
Stirring others to my call
My old bones creaking and groaning all the while
Dara Reidyr
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