Shawn Daniels Poet ABC

And the Cemetery Was

And the cemetery was gloomy and eerie 
As the fog rolled in draping over the tall headstones 
If you listen close you could here the moans 
Of the dead souls all in different tones 
Night comes quickly and there is a full moon tonight 
All of this is starting to give me a freight 
All of this on a Halloween night 
The dead leaves are falling to the ground 
And as I step onto them 
They make all kinds of sounds 
I look to the left and look to the right 
And I trip over some grave site 
I slowly rise to my feet 
And can not believe what I can read 
Its my own name engraved in stone 
So I shake my head and look again 
And then a man stands before me with a grin 
I scream and stand there in fear 
He smacks me over my head with a shovel 
And I fall down like a shot deer 
The man even sits down and cracks open a beer 
I finally come too and I am all alone 
Buried beneath my headstone 
5/20/16

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