Amongst the Dead

Amongst the Dead

I walk amongst the dead.

With my feet above their heads.

Leafs flow across the tombs.

 They are all in runes.

Winds whisper in my ear.

At the graveyard, there to hear.

Sorrows, regrets and tales are told.

Happiness is fade.

While there buried under a plain.

The clouds started raining.

Letting the graves start pushing up daises.

Afraid of death.

To be forgotten.

To remember living and never leaving.

To listen to the stories of the dead.

Of their sorrows, regrets and tales of the dead.

Through the whispers of the wind.

I walk amongst the dead.