Cobblestone Path

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