Minute past midnight I lay on tombstone
Cold ancient marble feels good on mine face
Corner of thine eye says… I’m not alone
It moves …adorned in black…dead man’s pace
Wise owl on decayed branch takes in the sight
He nary bats an eye…seen all this before
Fox on the hunt casts shadow in moonlight
A cat arches back on crumbling crypt floor
I came to the graveyard to escape life
“Tis the living, not the dead…plaguing me
My agonies many… miseries rife
Wraith…approach with scythe…”it” will set me free
Last sound I hear with ears soon to be dead
“Rest,” now eternal…thy scourge will be bled
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