THE LAND OF BONES

In the land of Dismal bones

By the gloomy tomb stones,

Mistaken for their melancholy

Snakes take the graveyard slowly.

Through the road of Dead Birds

All the screams unheard,

Trees cover the black smoke

A sinner that does not need a cloak.

As the blood moon rises in the sky

All the wolves pretend to cry,

Roses smile in alluring ways

Poisoning the victim as it stays.

In the lake of black water,

Everything it sees shatters,

For it sees the reflection of unknown

With no blood and flesh, but only bones.

~Brewstatic