Sacred Place

 
You render me stoic
Lashings cold upon first glance
Not long till I'm melting
Flaking apart like chipped glass

I dress in tombstone black
Edging on gray tears, stained
By a shadow reaping
Stealing what I want, obtained

With your blanket of night
Chanting, guiding me between
Life lost with the listless
Or rest amongst the fearless

Trees can't grow where the dead live on
So pay your debts and feed your God.