Enveloped into the hillside invisible from the roadside
almost as natural as the earth herself
the grave of a never-to-be-known soul
a pregnant bump in a green sea
in the shadow of Fore Priory tower
Tears were once shed for you
laments in lost tongue sung for you
time will dissolve you into dirt
my words will only delay the flow
all we think of as immortal will
join you in the great flood of death
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