A slate, blank
Staring at it, blank
I don't know
Where to go?
A name embossed in stone
I'm alone
While the wind blows
The birds crow
The stone is blank
It's not representing
Anything, but nothing
The stone is blank
And ready to take
Another flesh another name
The stone is blank
Who will lay below
With stone all to show
Who die beneath the tree
And lay here finally
The stone is blank
Without a name
Who will it take
Where's the wraith
The stone is blank
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