He, who walks behind the headstones

 
As the wind blew much colder than years before,
Amidst the shivering cattle
that stood for nothing
but convictions of selfishness
that only ignited pleasure,

A man appeared through the fog
walking softly across the blanketed snow,
he stood silently, adjacent from the lost souls,
as his thoughts were so grand and spectacular,
They could feel the ground shudder beneath him...
His words need no voice,

his gaze spoke of centuries.