By Freakish Lemon

A blood soaked man that won't give in

No tears fell at this man's falling

And God did not forgive his sins

Hovers silent between stone carvings

That mark the other dead men cold

Cannot feel the hot sun beating

But does not want to let it go

Watches living phantoms linger

Revenge is still not quite fulfilled

Death strapped to too young a body

The body has many left to kill