Evermorose

The bare white bones peeled
From flesh tainted pale
Bodies of murdered children
Whose prayers echoed unheard

Whose bodies gave in
Under the weight of stone

Abused beyond tolerance
Carved hollow of pride and life
Their bodies, hidden in the marshes
Left for scavengers to nurture
The life-breathing fluids
Absorbed to the fertile land
Remnants of life long-lost
In which parasites now nestle

None but the mare itself mourns
By their unnamed, dank tombs
Insects toil restless
Working on tender flesh

The scale-fooling murders
That only the trees witnessed
No tears accompany the victims rest
Soil as their skin
They lay rotted beneath these meadows
Forever morose

These woodlands hide many secrets
Destinies uncharted by the living

No one grieves for unborn
The blind indulge in ignorance
No one bears the guilt

Here they lay adormant
Their putrid hands reaching for heaven

No one grieves for unborn
The blind indulge in ignorance
No one bears the guilt