Crosses And Crows Poem by Hades Pandemonium

Crosses and crows, the widows mourn
Over graves of the ones who left them.
Flowers and stones, acid tears, eat away the bones.
The ghosts of the long dead are left only to moan.
The sun doesn't shine in those tear-filled eyes
And maidens with children of those who died
Dropped decayed roses and walked away with a sigh.
Believing those, who said there's life after death,
I've vanquished all fears and decided to join them...