Advanced NNF The Forgotten Stones

Advanced NNF The Forgotten Stones

Advanced NNF The Forgotten Stones
A row of gravestones stands, weathered and mute, their voices lost in the spaces between.
Tilted odd angles, like broken teeth in the jaw of time,
The rain has stolen their stories, the wind has smoothed their cries,
Lichen spreads where memory fades, where the weight of the earth slowly lies.
Only the whispers of leaves through hollowed titles, only the hush of the endless night.
Who were they, the ones laid beneath, the hands that carved these lines?
Did lovers weep upon this ground, did children press their palms to the stone?
Or did silence claim them even then, before the moss made their stories unknown?
Wh’s written in stone is never enough, not when wind and rain run free.
The ground forgets, the sky moves on, the seasons take what they will,
Yet still, they stand in crooked rows, guardians of what was left behind,
Silent monuments to the titleless dead, whose echoes linger in the mind.
A reminder that all things fade, and yet, for now, they remain to see.