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One dark day, in wind and bluster,
Warily I traveled to a courtyard of stone
Passing the gate took valor to muster-
The iron swirls did rattle and moan
In Spring, this place was a haven of light
Where green flourished from Eden's spark
Now, it was a hideous, perpetual night
Where I did shudder, alone in the dark
Making my way across the familiar bend
My lips paled under frost
As to the ninth row I came to an end
I knew it well, though my sight was lost
Stone angels with stern faces
Cold crucifixes litter my way
The unseen dead seem to loom in strange places
Ah, how I wished I hadn't gone that day!
So fearful was I, and keen to be gone,
Feeling my heart flutter, quite perturbed
Upon mother's grave, I placed a pittance that shone
And hoped I left the eyes of the night undisturbed
I kissed mother's name, and wished her well
In my pocket, I fingered my pence
That would ferry me by coach waiting by frozen hell
And deliver me quickly hence
Hurry to make no delay
I retreated back, only to take a spill
And helplessly began to roll away
Down the slope of the graveyard's hill
Against stone I slammed; my eyes dropped rain
It hurt too much to move
My ribs were blistering in unbiased pain
I waited in vain to improve
Then out of the shadows, out from the soil
I noticed, to my terror
A skeletal hand was scrabbling to toil
At the crumbling Earth. Oh, ungodly error!
I screamed and I cried as a skeleton did arise
Out of the unholy grave
Terror choked me, and my eyes grew in size
As it complimented me for being brave!
The monster fussed me over, it tried to console me
It decided to tell me jokes that were funny
The monster even gave me some hot herbal tea
Which tasted wonderful with milk and honey
Out of the graveyard he carefully carry me
I imagine it must have been a sight
A corpse carrying a girl with a broken knee-
Good heavens, who knew the dead were awfully polite?
He called a surgeon, and waited by the gate
While I told of him of mother's declining years
He did berate me for being out so late
And at his empty eyes, wiped away tears
The surgeon's carriage came; I was carried away
The skeleton waved me off with an invite:
To come and see him again some day
When I was feeling alright.
When I woke up, I thought all was dreamed
The doctor called it a fantasy
But if all was nothing as it seemed
Who sent the flowers addressed to me?
Warily I traveled to a courtyard of stone
Passing the gate took valor to muster-
The iron swirls did rattle and moan
In Spring, this place was a haven of light
Where green flourished from Eden's spark
Now, it was a hideous, perpetual night
Where I did shudder, alone in the dark
Making my way across the familiar bend
My lips paled under frost
As to the ninth row I came to an end
I knew it well, though my sight was lost
Stone angels with stern faces
Cold crucifixes litter my way
The unseen dead seem to loom in strange places
Ah, how I wished I hadn't gone that day!
So fearful was I, and keen to be gone,
Feeling my heart flutter, quite perturbed
Upon mother's grave, I placed a pittance that shone
And hoped I left the eyes of the night undisturbed
I kissed mother's name, and wished her well
In my pocket, I fingered my pence
That would ferry me by coach waiting by frozen hell
And deliver me quickly hence
Hurry to make no delay
I retreated back, only to take a spill
And helplessly began to roll away
Down the slope of the graveyard's hill
Against stone I slammed; my eyes dropped rain
It hurt too much to move
My ribs were blistering in unbiased pain
I waited in vain to improve
Then out of the shadows, out from the soil
I noticed, to my terror
A skeletal hand was scrabbling to toil
At the crumbling Earth. Oh, ungodly error!
I screamed and I cried as a skeleton did arise
Out of the unholy grave
Terror choked me, and my eyes grew in size
As it complimented me for being brave!
The monster fussed me over, it tried to console me
It decided to tell me jokes that were funny
The monster even gave me some hot herbal tea
Which tasted wonderful with milk and honey
Out of the graveyard he carefully carry me
I imagine it must have been a sight
A corpse carrying a girl with a broken knee-
Good heavens, who knew the dead were awfully polite?
He called a surgeon, and waited by the gate
While I told of him of mother's declining years
He did berate me for being out so late
And at his empty eyes, wiped away tears
The surgeon's carriage came; I was carried away
The skeleton waved me off with an invite:
To come and see him again some day
When I was feeling alright.
When I woke up, I thought all was dreamed
The doctor called it a fantasy
But if all was nothing as it seemed
Who sent the flowers addressed to me?
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Haha, I love this! I'm glad you thought "meh" because I like the sudden twist in the middle. I'll admit I'm not sure if the title quite fits but I don't really care. The poem was great!
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