Graveyard Shift (Part-1) Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

In the depths of night,

when the world is fast asleep,

I roam through the graves,

where the dead forever keep.

A graveyard shift is my duty,

in this gothic noir land,

where shadows dance around,

and death holds her hand.

The moon is my only companion,

as I walk among the tombs,

whispers and moans greet me,

from the souls in their gloom.

But I am not afraid,

for death is my ally,

and in this graveyard shift,

I am the queen of the night sky.

My long dark dress rustles,

as I walk through the mist,

my pale skin enchanted,

in the moon's silver kiss.

The graves come alive,

as I pass them by,

the dead awaken,

under the starry sky.

They greet me with envy,

their eyes morbidly green,

for I am amongst the living,

a sight rarely seen.

But I do not judge them,

for soon I will join,

the graveyard's dark embrace,

when my time comes to dine.

In this graveyard shift,

I am the keeper of the dead,

ensuring their resting places,

are not disturbed or tread.

But sometimes I hear them,

whispering my name,

tempting me to join them,

in the eternal game.

But I am not ready,

to leave this mortal world,

for there's still so much beauty,

in this life unfurled.

I lay down fresh flowers,

on each grave I pass,

a reminder of their life,

before it came to pass.

The Gothic atmosphere,

surrounds me like a cloak,

as I continue my journey,

among the grave's somber stroke.

Every tombstone tells a story,

of a life once lived,

a reminder that death,

is the only fate that's fixed.

Some graves are adorned,

with statues and angels,

others are simple,

with only a name labeled.

But they all hold secrets,

buried deep within,

and in this graveyard shift,

I am their kin.

Through the night I wander,

till the first light of dawn,

when the dead retreat,

and I am left alone.

But I do not fear,

for they'll be back again,

when the moon rises high,

in the sky's dark reign.

In this gothic noir land,

I am at peace,

surrounded by death,

but my heart still beats.

For in the darkness,

there's a certain charm,

that entices and lures,

like an enchanting charm.

I am the anointed one,

in this graveyard of the dead,

a guardian of their slumber,

till the end of my own thread.

And when my time comes,

to join them in this realm,

I'll rest in their company,

under the moon and its helm.

So let the world sleep,

as I embrace the night,

in this graveyard shift,

where death is my delight.

For in this gothic land,

I am truly free,

amongst the dead and the shadows,

in perfect harmony.



Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes

©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes

®️ Graveyard Shift