Markers

What stationed there on fog filled hill crest

doth rise above the mount

But markers yield with fated wills

of those once known about

Whose resting place for carcass bed

surrounds thy vaulted shield

And satin pillows placed below

thy rotting flesh appeal

For time hath brought thee to this place

where none escape no doubt

Though exit wilt thou seek thy fate

where n’er one doth get out

Though casted angels cement in place

do rest beside thy stone

The dated granite etched within

no spirit can atone

For this thy place from time now on

when life has come to end

And money, fame, nor power made

shall rescue thee from then

For neath thus stones the famous lie

both rich, well known and strong

And n’er one’s assets abundant fill

Shall make one’s time grow long

And though thus song the mortal souls

above thy grave doth sing

N’er ones note nor lyric phrase

Return thy breath to ring

So rosebuds smell while thou hast chance

for all shall lie therein

And reap reward for all life’s chores

mark judgment’s final end