In shadowed realms where darkness lies,
A tale untold, where silence flies.
Respect, we must, the ones who rest,
The souls departed, forever blessed.
Beneath the moon's solemn glow,
Whispers of the deceased softly flow.
Their names etched upon gravestones cold,
Legends of valor, yet untold.
In stillness, they lie, in eternal peace,
Their spirits wander, seeking release.
Respect the dead, with reverence deep,
For their memories, forever to keep.
In somber cemeteries, we tread with care,
A sacred place, where souls declare.
Whispered echoes, carried by the breeze,
Reminding us of life's mysteries.
Gone but not forgotten, they reside,
Their presence felt, as time does hide.
Bound by fate, their journey's end,
Yet their spirits linger, around each bend.
So, let us honor these souls from the past,
With solemn rituals that will forever last.
In wicked darkness, let respect be shown,
For the departed, whose essence is known.
©viralfreak
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