A cherub rests
A tired head
Upon knees
Of tarnished bronze.
An angel places
Laurel leaves
Upon weathered stone
Of forgotten dreams.
The white lines lay
Upon a grassy bed
To slumber deep
In thought.
Its tree lined path
Bears upright marble
Marked in names
Of those departed.
A crow it rests
In silent stare
Upon a cross
Draped in crimson foliage.
A plaque it bears
" ETERNIA"
For the struggles of art
Are so.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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