Graveyard Solace

 
I walk down this road with a heavy load,
A lonesome place, with an unholy grace.
Ahead a graveyard stands, with rocks and sand,
A resting place 'tis said, among the dead.

I seek a bit of calm, a healing balm,
'Tis said the dead heals souls, and that's my goal.
I walk among graves, trying to be brave,
But no succor do I feel, naught to heal.

This ancient graveyard, calming grace is barred,
Bright moon shows my shadow, 'tis mine I know.
The moon seems to speak, saying all is bleak,
I'm alone, but I have to atone.

Here is where I came, fortune I will claim,
Thoughts of her fill my head; this poem unread.
I want to speak aloud, but my head is bowed,
Better things left alone, among these stones.

In this place blood was spilt, but not by guilt,
We spilt blood for our love, and morning doves.
Love died here as well, a lonesome death knell,
Why did I return, when 'twas here she spurred?