The Walls Epitaph.

I see the world 🌎 in a different what was known once

Under sword time and beauty written through the pens 

Of writers of art and music stone monuments of then all

The grandeur of many bygones written now lay in earths

Other depths of history only the strong persisted even the

Stone in deep green or pledge remain until the kite of time

With streaming red red tails sought to embrace earth came

And went what that was remain deep secret but the snake 

The tree it sought to slink around its branches with opened 

Mouth grasped upon the sleeping giant of time the fill and

Fall of age where now the walls crumbled hand lie is seen

I see your names all bearing its roses and crosses of reason

Day and night divided what came yours say now this day

Change of the hour place where history ran red with blood 

None forfeited its places ran on to rusted colors to none at

All but the colors in the sky will always be open and close

Or shut to open arms close in earth engraved atop this hill.

The morning came about again I watched it turn the page

To you and all of you I seem remembered recalled all your

Perfect way is written in the stars and thru the trail it made

By all that went on the stars kept pace others in holy hand

Left deeply their emotions in places never before known

The wall began with trowel stone and mix I saw 👀 atop

Reach becoming a church within where much was done and

Undone I bid you love many times over where fair was made

And never broke ranks where the wind rose not to other force

Or lay down to neither but calm the day it was that way and

Went was said once upon a time stories never change resolve

Their actions or made of fiction the taste of water and change

Into wine the thirst for truth.