Warriston Cemetery

the midwintry breeze

chanting above the Water of Leith

slowly dancing with the windswept trees

at the Warriston Cemetery

brings me back the memories

of unlived past lives

as I rove and drive my chariot of death

through a lane of gloomy flames

from this tombstone bridge I look

down to the black river

and open my bleak bare chest

allowing my gothic soul to escape

and to plunge deep into the water:

dim dreams swimming away

with the spirits of the dead

to their land of decay