Tale After Death

AND ON THE 25TH OF DECEMBER, 19-, I DIED AS A STRICT SATANIC MEMBER; CALLED HOME BY MY FATHER STILL TO BE KNOWN- BUT HAD I ANY HOPE? I BELIEVE NONE. I CAME TO MY SENSES, THE AREA COLD, AND I FELT A WEIGHT ON ME IN THE COLD HOLD; A STRANGLING WEIGHT, AN UNKNOWN HUMAN BEING: BUT I WAS DEAD – IN THE MORTUARY’S BIN. “WHO ARE YOU UNTOP ME?” I ASKED AS CORPSES SAY-“YOU ARE A HEAVY CORPSE:BAD SIZES. I HEARD HIM YAWN AND STIR AS CORPSES DO. “ WHAT ! DON’T YOU FEEL THE COLD? HAVEN’T’Y A CLUE. “HERE’S A MORTUARY, AND I NEED ALL HEAT.” I MERELY SIGHED, REGRETTING THE PIT. “AND I AM DUE TODAY.” I HEARD HIM SAY. “ THEN LET’S ENJOY THE TIME WE HAVE IN PLAY. AND … AND WE HEARD THE MORTUARY’S DOOR CREAK FOR TRULY HE WAS DUE FOR A SAD PICK: A TIME WHEN FAMILY MEMBERS SO WEEP WHILE OTHERS ATE DINNER WITHOUT SLEEP. EXTRACTED FROM THE EPIC: “THE LAST DAY’S TALE.” BY NFORCHE GERALD APPROX: 600 STANZAS LONG. SEARCHING FOR A PUBLISHER.