Poem By Elcypher: On His Gravestone (Epitaph)

On my gravestone let it be said

In words written, engraved, blessed;

Emptied of breaths, longings, wishes

Emptiness finally has come

To brace him a new, most sought home

Devoid of wines and fine dishes

But, plant him a flower of word

Atop this holy stones that he

Afterwards may receive his lord

In poetry of what need but be

Thus, let every heart greet him still

For here lies his body at will

But, seek him within his diary

His souls lives in eternity.

                                            Elcypher.