Look over where the flowers grow
  Watch the men at work in their glow.

Under the carnations, tulips, lilies and a rose
  There lies a headstone of marble and tears.

It's worn face tells of years in throes
  The respite inside saw the setting sun in fear.

Wilted were the flowers with limp petals
  No sign of the hands that laid them in mettle.

In dusk there came creatures of comfort
   When beautiful silence encroached the earth.

The deftly moving hands of fate wandered in the night
    Searching for the opportunity of a strange plight.

They were strange and forgotten without notice
   Their marble hearts stole the souls of warmth that drunk from its chalice.  

The twilight of the darkness caressed the sky
     As men were asleep near their hearths.

The soul that rested in the cold ground knew the silence's cry,  
   The beautiful silence that despised the light and it's worth.

Where a cold soul has worth in the sea of the cursed,
     When the light left death to revel in warmth.