The Shadows

Amongst the grave, the shadows roam To wait for a chance to return home. Their moans and groans remain the same For hundreds of years of non stop fame. People all over the city do visit all, Although none would take their fall. The shadows wait for a chance to change. Of course, their new faces would be strange. If only the dead and the living did replace Then the shadows would have a new face, But in the end shadows will remain. Amongst the grave, lies a deadly stain. For all who lost a love so dear, Do not weep for your time is near.