Union
Making peace with the macabre
As I open the gates to the stones of the past
I witness a glimpse of a future never masked
Forward they face, and standing they lie
Backward I look, and truth do I find
Solemn they rest, from a world once their own
Keepers of old, lichen and bones
Secrets they keep, stories they whisper
Joy and grief, brother and sister
Faster it finds us, grasping of hands
Covered in dirt, pebbles, and sand
Forward I look, and truth do I find
Respect for the dead, and acceptance of time.
About the Creator
Alexander McLachlan
Alexander McLachlan is a short story writer who specializes in horror and science fiction. He often bridges into subgenres including paranormal, gothic, psychological, and body horror.
https://www.wattpad.com/user/AlexanderMcLachlan
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