A Walk With the Dead

In the blackest hour
of the blackest night
that the world had ever seen
I went forth among the tombs
for a walk among the dead

Pitch black stillness wrapped the earth
Not a star to mar the coal black above
I went forth in trembling fear
Seeking the tomb of my one true love

We had sworn no force below the earth
Or powerful God above
Could separate us, or still our hearts
So strong was our true love

Fortified by strong emotion
that no wind or sea or ocean
Could halt my steps or motion
I would find my love, my notion
To prove my heart's devotion

No angels above
Or demons below
though they met at the junction
of my dreams
Would slow my step
Into a world I had to know 

On that night so dark
near her grave so stark
The stone so cold and grey
My voiceless heart called out to her
It's words had much to say

Unblemished love we'd sworn would last
No death could rip asunder
Alone I felt besides her tomb
A sudden distant sound of thunder

The lightning streaked, it hit the ground
A cracknow, in the shattered earth
A mist so grey and vaporous
Shook me for all that I was worth

The ground, it shifted
Sounds of plaintive groans
The dead were restless that night
Among the cold grey stones

At her grave I shuddered sharp
My heart began to race
For at her tomb I now could see
My sweet love's saddened face

All about me then the spirits rose
There misty forms imploring
How they were so long forgotten
Though their souls were still enduring

For the dead danced that night
In the blackest hour then
I was rooted to the spot, beyond all sense of fright

I know not what next did happen
For I awoke on sheets of satin
The dancing bones in my mind
My love long gone back to her eternal rest
Someday soon I'll surely join them
No longer just a guess.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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