Gravedigger Graveside Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In the moon's pale glow, by the graveyard's side,
A gravedigger toiled, with shovel for his guide.
His name forgotten, lost to time's cruel sway,
He dug his own grave, day by weary day.

Once a soul untouched by love's gentle grace,
But fate dealt its hand, changing his pace.
He met a maiden, fair as dawn's first light,
Her laughter, a melody, in the still of night.

He fell, as all men do, beneath love's spell,
But in his heart, madness began to dwell.
For life's cruel irony, in love he found,
The very thing that brought his world crashing down.

With each shovel's stroke, his love grew grim,
For his beloved was destined for a fate so dim.
A sickness claimed her, stealing her breath away,
Leaving him alone, in the cold light of day.

Madness consumed him, a relentless tide,
As he dug deeper, by the graveyard's side.
For in death's embrace, he sought to find,
A love eternal, of a different kind.

And so he dug, with fervor and despair,
Until at last, his own grave lay bare.
With a weary sigh, he laid down his spade,
In death's embrace, his love finally repaid.

Now by the graveside, beneath the starlit sky,
The gravedigger rests, where the shadows lie.
For in the end, love, madness, and death,
Are but threads woven into life's fleeting breath.