The Graveyard

In a graveyard I was treading,

Knowing not where I was heading,

But I knew that I was dreading

What I'd find when I arrived.

There were gravestones all surrounding. 

Their sheer number was astounding. 

And the shadows were confounding

Me with forms they had contrived.

The deep silence was pervading,

And the darkness was degrading,

And it seemed to be invading

Deep within my weary soul.

Then I heard a church bell pealing,

And I felt a sense of healing.

But my sense of hopeless feeling

Had begun to take its toll.

In the distance, shining brightly

In a moonbeam, quite contritely,

Stood a headstone, crooked slightly,

In the ancient hallowed ground.

Nearer to it then I drifted.

Suddenly my vision shifted,

And my weary eyes were lifted

To lock on to what I’d found.

As I began loudly screeching,

And I cried out my beseeching,

My hand held out, ever reaching 

For that ancient marbled stone.

I knew then what happened to me,

As the madness thundered through me,

And the darkness poured into me…

For that name there was my own.

Reviews

[TheOne&Only]

I enjoyed this poem, the ending was really unexpected. It was skilled almost genius. :)

[John the Baptist]

Has very much the meter and rhyme scheme of "The Raven." The story resembles Scrooge's experience in "A Christmas Carol." Nothing wrong with borrowing from the masters. Good job.