There was a graveyard called Blackstone Cemetery.

It was an ancient place where men were wary.

Hallowed ground, used to

Many headstones in a row

Westward winds blowing low

Sunlight rays crown the trees

A wistful soul well at ease

A humble resting

The cemetery
Is where I placed
My loving baby
To rest

I only held her
For a day
Next to my heart

Not knowing her
Fate was short

THE DYING GARDEN

There were valleys lined with withering roses

Sinking into twilight like somber silhouettes

Ode to the moonlight,

In life there are some bastards,

their aims are to cause scandals,

among these total scum you have,

the ones who are graveyard