Amidst the shadows and stone
Where the dead sleep awaiting
There like little scattered stars
Flickering in vestments of red
There is the warming glow of hope
In youthful fantasy dwelling
Maybe angelic halos glimmering
Or the essence of special souls
Comforted by ivory statuary
Quelling those fears of death
Beyond the multicoloured lights
That affirm man's possession
A dark and cold quiet meadow
With imperceptible dimension
A portal perceived 'tween worlds