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Red roses at my grave again,
they are something I can not explain.
They show up everyday,
this pretty red bouquet.
I don't know what I did
and heaven forbid
it was anything good.
I was the reaper
with the black black hood.
I was death's keeper,
and now I get my sleep.
But I still don't know
where I get my roses.

- Title: Death's grave
- Artist: Spidrei
- Description: This poem was inspired by a gravestone poem, if you want to know what the poem was that inspired me don't hesitate to ask.
- Date: 02/17/2009
- Tags: deaths grave
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Spidrei - 02/23/2009
- Sure go for it! I don't mind
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- Sirens Last Prayer - 02/23/2009
- oh my god, its awesome! i'd like to know if i could use this in a song or something? i'd be in great debt if you let me.
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- Spidrei - 02/19/2009
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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gently autum rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
-_-; I know silly that it inspired me right? - Report As Spam
- rampagejoe - 02/18/2009
- Hey.......id like to know what poem inspired you
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