The gravestone—
locked in years of struggle and embrace—
lies beneath a sky
the color of cooled ash.

Beyond the wide puddle of time,
a single dragon stirs,
its wings remembering fire.

The goblin, once proud in dust,
has fled;
even the crow
has closed its eyes and vanished.

Yet still—
the sky fills, day after day,
with shadows
of forgotten gravestones.

A single word,
refusing to rot,
unwilling to decay,
wanders through silence—
bearing the weight
of what love remembers,
and justice has yet to say.

© TaeHun Yoon, 1972, then 2025