Headstones

<br>Past the forest of the fields of fire<br>Beyond the waters of shimmering tears<br>By a fire they stand<br>And they whisper my name<br><br>Now I seek upon the night<br>Small fragments of moonlight<br><br>Up the hill the headstones lie<br>Up the hill the reapers watching eye<br>Up the hill the headstones lie<br>Headstones...<br><br>In the circle of stones dressed in ivy<br>By the garden of the serene flowers<br>And the spirits of there<br>Whispering my name