What More?

Darkness we wrap ourselves to
No shimmer of light coup!
These horrid stones mark
The Fallen litter this park
of the forgotten,
Here we ramble dragging
cloak in darkness flying
On our horizon, there bright light!
peace, quiet, less plight
and she be there!
Our eyes away! Darkness follows
in this night we wallow
That Old Wooden Cross overshadows,
We find no strength, no peace
Soul exhausted, what more?