The Walk to the dead

The coffins fighting the loam 
Six feet deep croses to sky 
I often wonder about those graves now
 Silent monuments to the dead 
I walk on sticks
 Quivering by each zone 
The dark grass field made of bones
 Inside a dark room of shadows there is so much to see 
So much to hide and so much to seek 
If you just see,it is void and black
 But,
if you see through, there are cinders and slack 
Floating in the dark are long lost songs
 Which once was the light until the lamp didn’t go 
Now if you walk through,you find more 
Oh, there lies a doll in the shadows of gore
 There lies a letter from a lover to his spouse
 The love never expressed,it never reached her house 
As you glide by ,the eyes flutter over the walls
 First ,you see cobwebs and a spider that never crawls 
Hidden beneath the cobwebs lies shadows and filth of time 
There lies an old paintings so old ,sublime 
The colour faded , the room went dark
 The black grew old and lost its spark
 The art grew weary , so did the time 
The lamp that once glowed is now covered with grime
 But in this dark isles still lies the traces of life 
Life of shredded dreams maybe some after life 
Dark is never dark,
 If you walk it through 
Black is never black
 If you see it through
 Now as you feel through you come to know 
Inside a dark soul of shadows 
There is so much to see 
So much to hide and so much to seek