Ghost

Ghost
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See the sunlight streaming through
This leafy roof, made of yew
Hear the crow yelling at the sun
Under this ground I have become one
With the earth and the nature
My bones lie to rest
I sleep through time and I sleep through test
I hear the yelling of children at play
I hear the weeping of tears once kept at bay
I hear the vows of lovers no longer alone
I hear the rotting of sinew and bone
I cannot move, but neither do I want to
Taste the stale air that Death does sew
Between my coffin and the ground above
He watches over me with a parental love
Sleep; I sleep on, never to awaken.
For in that sombre home my life was taken
But I feel no sadness, I feel no pain
Death is much sweeter than the life where I was slain.