Stepped upon the graves of past,
dreamily drifting between tombs,
seeing the various deaths passed,
in the short length of life lived.
Came to a halt before a weathered stone,
on which a distinct memory was marked.
Unlike the others with bodies buried beneath,
this sat in a trough of hardened land.
the beautiful angel has fallen.'
A smile hesitantly edged its way across,
then a lone tear came along.