From Beyond The Grave... Poem by Shaun Cronick

When day is done,
And shadows fall.
Then winter's night,
Does coldly call...

A former lover,
Haunts your mind.
Dead and buried,
His fate unkind.

By your hands,
The deed done.
Six bullets fired,
From that gun.

A crime of passion,
You did conceal.
He's buried deep,
No big deal.

This remote place,
Where you dwell.
Witness to murder,
Dreams never retell.

As blissful sleep,
Comes to you.
Then awoken loudly,
By something new.

Your dead lover,
Stands over your bed.
Six bullet holes,
In his skeletal head.

You try to scream,
Hands at your throat.
His rotten face,
Now so does gloat.

From beyond the grave.
Returns death's castaway.
His cold retribution,
Is the price you pay.