The Last Yard

The Last Yard (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)

At this yard

I mourn my soul

That's left me now

'Cause I have sinned

The anthology

Of wasted lives

The sorrow, grief

The dreadful wind

Never light,

One dark blue mist

Paradise -

Of those who never lived

And never will

They watch us, still

They never speak

Quiet they remain

Their souls will burn

All this time

In agony

For eternity

They will lament

Our existence

Grief will vent

The malevolence

The hope has died

Long time ago

We'll never know

We'll never know

The plague that's spread

With all hope dead

The walking corpse

Of injustice

Just observes

Makes no threats

Just observes

The plague that's spread

The malice rules

All the men

In our name

They kill their own

They're made alone

So they'll die

By suicide

In the last yard

The disbelief

In innocence

The greatest grief

Dead babies dance

Among the stones

In the last yard

It's played -

The card

And darkest bard -

The shepherd stands

Bowed to the ground

Plays his scythe

The silent maid

Sings his slow song

All sing along

The low scythe's tone

Together

Still alone