Cobblestone path

Written by: Jillian Veitenheimer

I met him the other day 
Passed by on the cobblestone 
Between the graves  

Though he dare not look up 
I could hear the sobs 
As wet drops fell 
    
 His draped black cloak 
Tattered and flowing 
Billowing fog in the cemetery 

Chills ran down my spine 
Yet his sadness warmed me 
 No joy came in this profession 

My sky blue eyes 
Connected with his sockets 
Life in lifelessness 

Embracing the poor soul 
Feeling his scythe  
Pressed upon my back 

I knew no fear 
Only the truth 
As we walked 
Down that cobblestone path