Grave By the Road

A cycle of poems «Chasing a Werewolf»

Grave by the road, weathered stone and gray
Whispers of stories, lost in the day
A forgotten name, etched in the grime
A life lived and gone, swallowed by time

Grave by the road, secrets it holds
Tears that were shed, stories untold
Wind through the trees, sings a sad tune
For a soul departed, beneath the cold moon

Wildflowers bloom, a fragile bouquet
Marking the spot, where sorrow held sway
A lover's lament, a mother's despair
Echoes of voices, hanging in the air

Grave by the road, secrets it holds
Tears that were shed, stories untold
Wind through the trees, sings a sad tune
For a soul departed, beneath the cold moon

The road stretches on, to distant horizons
Life keeps on moving, ignoring the signs
But the grave remains, a constant reminder
Of fleeting moments, and the heart's tender binder

Grave by the road, secrets it holds
Tears that were shed, stories untold
Wind through the trees, sings a sad tune
For a soul departed, beneath the cold moon

Grave by the road, a silent decree
Rest in peace, eternally.
The road goes on, but memories stay
At the grave by the road, where shadows play.