Amid the grace of quiet stones,
a stroll down pebbled path.
There within a forgotten time,
behind an iron latch.

Stands now in aged seclusion,
of monuments to grief.
A countenance in marble cast,
beautiful Angel in soft relief.

Heavenly comfort emanates,
a coronal healing swath.
Winged guardian to souls now passed,
sempiternal keepers of the watch.