Gravestone’s Moan

I sit alone where the gravestones moan    And wicked winds wail wild Where willows weep and shifting shadows creep    And the dark is deep and defiled Ghostly sighs where the lantern light dies    Death spoke my name in a sable rain With a voice both grave and grim Tapped his bone on the cold gravestone As a pale cold hand pulled me in For the grave is wide where the dreamers hide And the dead are buried deep There’s a place for me in the Stygian sea Where the restless spirits roam And the night is kind to the weary mind When the Reaper calls you home