AssassinOfAncients

Grass and graves are everywhere And not a flower seen Buried, buried, all those lives Not a flower at the scene Not a petal, not a rose No décor for the dead Nothing given to those here Upon who we tread This holy ground, this resting place, Empty of all color It needs some life, it needs some love From one dead to another Where they lay is where they'll stay And I can't stay here with them I've got a life I'd like to lead They'll be alone post-mortem One thing though I'll leave behind Is a small bouquet of flowers Dead men won't come back to life But they'll feel our love, our power Grass and graves are everywhere A

Let's weave a tale of woe and despair That starts where most do, up in the air I'll introduce Wilson, the first of the lot For his whole life, only knowledge he sought The next one is Willow, with her lighter, bright Starting infernos to live through the night And then there's Wolfgang, who can throw a punch But HE'LL be for dinner, if he has skipped lunch And poor young Wendy, who has lost her kin But can summon her back, her ghostly, late twin And then a bot, whose name is a code Making the world his latest abode Then there is a name that's hard to repeat Old Wickerbottom, and she's hard to beat And the lone Woodie, who talks to h