The Watchtower

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....