I am the night
dancing among the ruins
pillaging the holder of the sand
I will not fight

I state upon this sacred ground
of mortar and gray cobblestone
clay and broken bodies
I will not make a sound
when I fall

My sword has killed many
but tonight I lay in the moonlight
and think of repose
The moon is like a new penny!

I am who they did dub
my wish has been granted
now you may bury me
by the flowering shrub
in the garden

I cannot pull life from the stone
nor do I want to
as in my gaze upon the Grail
I must achieve death alone

Copyright 2003 by Mari