He walks between,

each grave unseen.

Guards each during,

all the many hours of sunlight. 

 

As daylight fades,

They are afraid.

All those decayed,

Lying deep under deepening night. 

 

He just wants to,

Help them get through,

Nighttime dark hued,

Where there is a lack of candle bright.

 

To ease their fears,

He spends his years,

Within frontiers,

Of the stony etched headstones bleached white. 

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