From whence doth come..
These dusty ghosts
Cracked..whitened bones of yore
Sockets..empty ..hollow story
Who knows.. the gaze they cast
They saw plenty
Measured... by the healed chips
The skeletal definer
Judged... by that which still adorns
Rings of gold...true armor holds
This ancient warrior\'s valour
His caliber
Laying here...just fresh unearthed
Each inch...a century gone
History...piled on histories maker
Once...he had a song
Sung.. it was..by voices strong
But that was....long ago...