As I Walk in the Shadowed Valley of Death there standing by an empty plot is you,

crestfallen and

morose, with not a tear

streaking you grieve.

As I Walk in the Shadowed Valley of Death there standing by a headstone is you

with not a trace of life

within, standing resolute

maintaining religious looks.

As I Walk in the Shadowed Valley of Death I see you out a church window

back towards an eerie, festive breeze

your coattails fluttering like bees

Your face keeping a demon’s pace putting me to rest

As I Walk in the Shadowed Valley of Death.

Copyright © 2012 J.R. Leyvas