Evermorose - Gloria Morti

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