Spirit

The warm welcome of the grave faces, As if they are alive, as if they are dead. No! this realm of the drags, not on heavens, Not on earth, for the hearts are sad, And cracked, cracked in two, cracked more, They shouldered the burden of a heavy lore. Darkness crept upon the fertile field; silence dominated the domain. Even Selene hesitated to give her glow over the marble, erect stones, With one woefully reads, “inside is absent of light; dark and insane! Not darker than out, with the cracker gone, called wise and Schatz.” ...