Unmarked Grave

September 5, 2009
By Anonymous

He was buried where he fell
With no one around
Gone as he came, with out a sound
To live in death, where once did spirt roam
To see what none have seen, to be where none did loom
His sightless eyes see more then sight.
Silent sky and darkened moon
Here to be, and taken too soon
For once in life it comes to death
To dull our sense and take our breath
To be here it to take flight
Into an unspoken land of life at night

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