Spoke softly to frightened men
Insufferable figure cloaks the frame
The look-homeward angel offers rewards
Memorialized and defeated
Rare is the grave that reflects levity
Atop the tomb of a mason
Whirlwind of dust and hate
Processed as a final epitaph
Life renewed amidst death
Memorial is the mark of the diseased trade
Torpid minds live in such rigor
Leaving men openly weeping
Hate cherished the breast it stings
The shame claims the wreck of such a soul
A vain delight
To bury a saint
Leave the body behind to feed the crows
Death-shrouds leaves an apparition walking near