15 October 2012
Inside the Frosted Graveyard, Where souls of past take rest, Thread whispers, shapes and shadows, An unexpected guest.
Beneath the snowy curtains, He wanders through the graves, Guarding those who've perished, Through day and night, he slaves.
Beneath the weeping willows, Through rotten bits of stone, He stands in endless guarding, So souls don't grow alone.
In front of dark and loneless, Through curtain griefs and woes, He keeps his sheering body, This life is one he chose.
Accompaning the fallen, With prayers and bouquets, A lamp in hand through darkness, He holds too much regret.
He'a trapped inside his graveyard, His grief's what holds him there, Each day he brings black roses, For all the souls to share.
So wander to his graveyard, And he might be your guide. Beware to step on tomb stones, You might be forced to abide.
Grave Guard • Opuss № I