Graves of the Forgotten

In the catacombs of doubt
Delved deep, carved with affinities,
In the grave of approbation
Seated angels sing their silent songs
The tone is struck for hours
Bats scatter from abandoned belfries
A crumbled edifice, an Unhallowed sanctuary
These little faiths, these diadems, these bent crowns — 
Fastened to naked skulls, the monarchs of lost kingdoms,
Tales of bravery etched in pithy eulogies
Ascribing fame to once heralded 
Rolands or Charlemagnes or Kublai Khans:
A pool of tears marks out the grand facade
Scattered columns crumbled harvested for stone
The world is built on the graves of the forgotten.

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