She was wondering around the graves,
Feeling happy, peaceful and free,
She could almost hear the insects walking,
The breeze was gentle on her face,
Playing with her hair, a thousand compliments,
The tombstones felt warm and welcoming,
What a quiet life to be a tombstone!
They were whispering to her :
Come ! Come join us ! It is so lovely in here !
What tempting, enchanting voices,
Such powerful incantations dragging her,
Yes, it was quite cozy in here.
And very silent.
No more pain.
No more life.
What a pretty tombstone she would make.
So pretty...