I walked alone amongst the stone obelisks.
Through the endless seas of mist.
I came to the place where the multitudes slept through the ages far and few.

I came to the stone where beneath a son slept.
His daring life rehearsed by all

I came to the stone where beneath a young girl slept.
Taken in tragedy in times long past.

I came to the stone where beneath a father slept.
His sons and daughters mourn his loss.
With greatest wisdom to guide their path.

I came to the stone where beneath a mother slept.
Her loving call missed by all.

I came to the stone where beneath I slept.
Written in dullest gray was nothing still.
Forgotten too soon by the ages past.
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