An Undertakers Tale

written for creative poetry

This adventure begins in the dead of night
As the moon shines full with twisted delight
Across water logged mossy hallowed ground
Specters glide shadowed not making a sound
Vaporous black forms silently drape the land
Inviting you to take their formless hand
To become part of their sepulcher domain
Where even the undertaker is insane
As Death's hammer strikes its deceased nail
Leaving rotten buried skin and entrails
Postmortem bodies hidden under headstones
Decaying to nothing more than gnarled bones
Apparitions  search through the land of the dead
In hopes of creating a fresh and new dirt bed
So frightened of this sight you grind your teeth
For next your body will lay lifeless beneath


 

Reviews

[Crowley]

Holy s**t.....this is a well crafted tale of more than just malevolence. Gripping from line one, the rhyming works well. This plays on the fears and questions of death and dying on what might happen post mortem....great writing and a wonderful tale for this time of night. Fabulous, I loved it.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love this dark tale, very creative!

[KAREN]

Deep and powerful write with a dark side to it! Love the imagery and flow!!

[roy mccarthy]

this is awesome,
once upon a midnight scarey style!
great write!

[Lily Mae]

I have to agree with Maggie and wow, you certainly have described it all to a T. I really think this is great :) xx

[Maggie]

Deep, dark and intense. And I love it!