Graveyards of time

Kinda hard to see this but it was thoroughly enjoyable to do.
(Acrylic ink and pencil-Staedler Micro Mars 0.5 retractable)

As I worked this piece of poetry evolved:


Before they came
They'd lost their rhyme
They lost their youth
Not told the truth
Of the passing of time

Now they are here
They've found their rhyme
In the graveyards of time
They come and go
They blend and weave

With the flow of their shroud
And the drift of cloud
They slide and glide
With the moon and her tide

In the graveyards of time
They dance and sway
They've chosen to stay
Together in rhyme
In the graveyards of time