This is another one of my poems called Dead Men's Ways.
Dead men walk from their shallow graves
Their soft silence trails off in waves
They hide in the dark recesses of the night
Only to catch the first spark of light
Than they take their final journey
To the cosmos of unforgotten worries
Dead men walk from their shallow graves
some died heros
Some died slaves
All that's left are their forgotten names
Dead men walk from their sshallow graves
Into the realm of serpentine caves
Some descend into madness
Some sink to shame
When their lives were really to blame
Dead men walk from their shallow graves
Some return to their monotonous haze
While others go off in a blaze
You may think this writer was crazed
But he only knows the dead men's ways
