Serene

That Stone doth lie there .
Dead it has been,
Dead it will be forever;
Watching....

Revolutions, changes for the better
love lost, for the worse.
Hatred it has seen,
with itself sitting
calm,
in drains of blood

--blood that has crusted onto it;
that no-one has bothered
to wipe clean.


That Stone doth lie there;
born it was to this 'world'
in phases
-as it lives on in them too.

It's wrath never lets loose,
though it feels so much

That Stone, dead forever,
doth lie there.
Not an inch it moved
since it born
....just shone

Dead