:: March of Doom::

The march of doom plays in my head
The sound of mourners surrounding my bed
Lacrimosa a fitting song
As my coffin is brought to the burial ground
The thud of dirt
The stench of lye
The rain of orchids to wilt with time
No tears displayed
The mourners sigh
The clouds are low
In a blackened sky
The sound of doom
The mourners come
I awoke from this dream
To the sound of the drums

2003 ~ Bonnie Jean Higgins