A Visit to My Grave

"A Visit to My Grave"

On my grave,

you stand today.

My body is dead,

the cold corps, 

lie mute, 

my eyes closed.

The words I uttered, 

now are echoes, 

my actions, 

solely imaginations.

Now, you repent

for killing the emblem.

Though, the world 

Remembers my words,

my feats are still pursued. 

Here, you shed tears,

that you dispatched a person, 

The totem, my dear, is still alive