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Emerald blades thrust up

     into liquid golden beams

that touches all with fire

     in the warmth of the day

bees of Amber and obsidian

     seek within the breeze

sweet sense do show the way

     to the prey they hunt

blooms of colors bright

     twirl bob and dance

in the music that is life

     carried by the gentle breeze

defiant grass grows tall

     steel blades here not known

lost in the veils of time

     here none do seek

shadows of the grass does sway

     down upon a broken stone

loss within the mist of time

     last record of one now unknown

none remember of this place

     or the one who here does lay

of their story is not known

     all is lost like this stone

traces worn near all away

     of the letters once engraved

no one now can read the words

     of the one here in turned interred

palest stone of shiny white

     carved with steel by master’s hand

none did count the cost of gold

     for the one they did lay

marker meant to stand through time

     and the story of this one told

veils of time to cover all

     and all stories fade away