Graveyard judges

Silently their lifeless eyes eat through me, watching over
these stony graveyard judges hold us in place, deep in their gaze
down these tree filled lanes, the narrow pathways, they study our souls
to see who is ready, to accept their fates and fill their graves

Bells ring out loud, a cloud of mist surrounds
this pathway so easy to lose, here all alone, which way to choose?
one wrong step and the end arrives, a six foot drop into the ground
as the judges focus their stares, is it me that is to lose?

An open grave, does this one have my name engraved?
the stone is fresh, and its drawing me in
feel it pulling, the darkness enticing
see a sight that starts my pulse racing, I can be saved

A delicate flower, full of life, a delight and so pretty a sight
growing strong amongst the death, decay and the weeds
A reminder to be strong and tall, proud as well, through darkness their comes light
if I lay down and accept this, the beauty will be missed, so instead I planted seeds

Thanks for reading, peace and love.
Kyle.