the sun shines
birds sing
flowers raise there heads to the heavens
the long grass sways in the blissful wind
the sky goes dark
drip drip drip
the sun is gone
birds hide
the flowers begin to frown
everything is black
everything is dark
the grass the flowers are all gone
in its place is a fen of darkness
a fen of hate and shallow graves
i watch the ones i love faces appear in the hidden crypts
i hear their screams of agony
the happieness is gone
hate now in place