Funeral
The heavy rain was unforgiving with an air of forboding on this grey and miserable November day.
At the cemetery entrance the chapel bell tolled ten times to herald the arrival of the hearse.
On the bare trees and perched on their skeletal branches were three black ravens watching.
The black clad mourners and the six pallbearers carrying the ornate casket now made their way to the freshly dug open grave.
Written on 18th February 2020
After googling poe realised the lines were too long
so not for contest.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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