In stone

 we left the paths of stone

washed clean with the blood of our feet

through fading fog

the sun reached out to hold our hands

but water's shadow held its warmth at bay

holding back the gilded day

still stands the fingers of the earth

promises of those ages gone

that for their loss they did long

to covet stone in its steadfast

carving names into it

the names still scarring their hearts

those cold stones still buried in their chests

yet now we left those paths of stone

where time has deceived by

wearing away and fading the memories

of names carved in steadfast 

of mourning rains drinking stone