Graveyard Caste

Come quickly, let us tempt the fading mists we ghostly shadows of a graveyard tryst ashamed - not of our deed - but of our sin fulfillment of the dream of now, not then. And so among the silent headstone hush we lie beneath the tangled thorny brush endure the sting of freshly bloodied lust defile the silence of a graveyard trust. Thus do we share our love with those long past a challenge to the lies of ancient caste to walk away and hear the tombstones sing as winds of change the frozen church bells ring. We will embrace the now, we two, as one while walking through the graveyards others shun. ©11/13/2019 I Want To Fall In Love With A Sonnet Poetry Contest