At The Nocturn Cemetery

I remember the place, where all my friends slept,

Where their wives and children wept,

With tears of joy and sorrow,

Weeping for their beloved, who fought for a brighter tomorrow.

Where the beautiful red roses did bloom,

The flowers, which always created joy, now created gloom.

Where on the plain empty ground, the sound of the gun was heard,

Hearing it, stood weeping the depressed herd.

Where even the music of royalty,

From our ears did flee,

That my friends, was at the Nocturn Cemetery.