Such a silent place,
where there is nothing around.
Only lifelessness.
Surrounded by stone.
Sentinels of timelessness,
these rounded markers.
A mist covered field,
full of shadowy figures,
but there is now speech.
Only the silence,
of those long past overdue.
Dreaming forever.
Lie in their caskets.
Time no longer immortal,
so here they stay.
In solitary,
I lay here and understand,
what all of it means.
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