Unearthed emotions of a dead mourner

Halted hour glass shatters, tired steps stops on barren lands.

diminished by hope, a soul sits silently by the dead
oaks.

twilight sparkles his tearful eyes, but the morning never comes.

in the shades of time, the cherished fullness seems so empty.

the moon marvels the majestic eyes, when he falls like the dying stars.

the distant memories begins to die when he kneel unto his own grave.

the cold wind a hearse, the cleansing rain his funeral`s attendance.

a doleful winter withers him away, let him sleep in a dismal night.

calmly, quietly the earth covers him, the cold soil embraced him.

as tormented sky adopts the sunrise, painted by tragic grays.