4: In stone

Evening, dusk and twilight zone

Grows weary and distraught

When shadows gaze

Through windows' haze

And criminals are not caught.

Across the graveyard's spanning

All terror and all might,

They walk the earth,

The searing lot,

Embodiment of death and fright.

They live alone

And write in stone

For all the world to see

What goes beyond

That southern song

And across the stony sea.

They come only to the living world

Where no footprint is to be seen

We see them not,

Hear them once,

And that's their final sheen.

Their tales are long and tiresome

Their voices thick and timid

They whisper at night

A terrible sight

In nightmares pure and vivid.

They live alone

And write in stone

For all the world to see,

What goes beyond

That southern song

And across the stony sea.