But lying alone in the grave
A man who died for the truth.
Buried in the cemetery next door to me.
He asked me softly
What killed you?
I said come back.
For beauty.
I support the truth.
Truth, goodness and beauty are one.
he said
We are brothers, too
So we met in the dark like brothers.
Through the grave.
whisper
Until the moss sealed our lips
Write our names on the tombstone.