Together, yet each one alone.

Dark habits pressed in a somber row, They watch the light of a fading sky, Beneath the weight of an ancient woe, Where memories fade but never die. A single crown of golden lace, Stands out amidst the shroud of night, Illuminating an elder's face, With fragments of a sacred light. They hold the line of a forgotten age, Steeped in the folklore of the stone, Turning a dark and silent page, Together, yet each one alone.