The Escort

He landed lightly on the mountain top

and looked down into the valley below

bathed in the sunset’s pink glow

with people retiring for the night

he had a job to do in the moonlight

a soul to escort away

by the end of the day

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STONE GARDEN

statues silently standing on hallowed ground

telling their stories day and night

granite and marble guardians without sight

A garden full of ghosts standing vigil

alongside testaments of their lives

invisible keepers of their own archives

There’s nothing living in this garden

no souls lingering nearby

just grave stones under the sky