Pillars of marble from millenia past
Gleaming white
Polished by the ages
Glaring stone
Bright as flashing steel
Around the barrow's crown
Shards of clay upon the ancient brow
Hallowed forms
Once a pleasure to the eye
Now brought low
And lying silent in the dust
The valleys deep and broad
Filled with crimson memories
Growing up thick
To form the family quilt of the lost generations
Dyed a uniform sanguine hue
To take our eyes from the glory now lost
What fatal mercy.
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