The moon shines upon the rose
While its petals wither
Against the gravestone
on the eve of winter
A man begins his mourning
with a conversation
Between the winds stirring
on his march of desolation
The time keeper tracks his steps
watching closely with perfect precision
keeping count of each breath
waiting patiently on his fated decision
The moon shines upon the rose
Whose petals wither
Against the gravestone
Fighting the dooming winter
The man cries out in hallowed echo
Flooding the air with visceral harmony
Arguing with reason to let go
Overwhelmed by his expected epiphany
The night is getting older
The time keeper digs up the hole
Throwing the shovel over his shoulder
Waiting patiently for this man’s soul
The moon laughs upon the rose
Whose few petals still wither
Clutching on to its gravestone
begging against the dawning winter
The man smiles as he lies face down
Leaving an empty life behind his next step
To join his loved ones within the ground
And live a life needless of breath
The time keeper moves on to his next destination
As the sun begins to rise upon the dirt
Another night of tranquil desolation
Another day for the time keepers work
The sun smiles upon the rose
Whose petals all have withered
Greeting its graceful gravestone
Welcoming the winds of winter
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