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....