Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast
a distant symbol of our beyond
life lies in front of us
sacred ground, rotten earth
ashes to dust
flesh decomposed
caressing the sacred ground
where the deadened corpses lie
a sepulchural misty night
with a whiff of the macabre
silently watching the stones
put there as a symbol of death
our minds united; a force is lit,
and insight creates
a humanoid watchtower, reaching for
their souls to the sky
for a glance onto
the other side....