Graveyard Shift (Part-2) Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

In this Graveyard Shift, I am the keeper of the dead

My home is a Gothic landscape, where shadows are my bed

The moonlight and stars, my only company

As I roam among the tombstones, with a sense of eerie.

The quietness of the night, broken by the whispering wind

Voices of the deceased, telling tales of how life has been

The Gothic Noir of this place, sends shivers down my spine

But yet, I am enchanted, by this morbid shrine.

The graves, like silent sentinels, stand tall and grim

Each one a reminder, of a life that has dimmed

Some adorned with flowers, others with faded wreaths

But all have stories to tell, of joy, love and grief.

I walk among them, with reverence and respect

These souls, despite their departure, I cannot neglect

For in this Graveyard Shift, I am their caretaker

Their final resting place, I am the undertaker.

I come across old tombstones, weathered with time

The names and dates, fading but still in line

I wonder about the lives, that were once here

What stories they held, what dreams they shared.

The Gothic architecture, stands tall and grand

A symbol of death, in a land of the dead

But to me, it's a place of beauty, a place of peace

Where the living and the dead, coexist with ease.

As I continue my rounds, I come across a freshly dug grave

A new inhabitant, in this endless and morbid enclave

I whisper a prayer, for the soul that has passed

Hoping they find solace, in this graveyard's grasp.

The sound of a distant bell, breaks the silence of the night

A funeral procession, a hauntingly beautiful sight

I stand still, as they lay the deceased to rest

A reminder that in this Graveyard Shift, death is the ultimate test.

Some may find my job, dark and dreary

But I am drawn to it, like a moth to a flame, so eerie

For in this Gothic setting, I find solace and peace

A connection to the dead, that I cannot cease.

The moon slowly fades, as the sun takes its place

And I bid farewell, to the graves and their grace

For the dead must rest, while the living carry on

In this Graveyard Shift, my duty is done.

But as I walk away, a sense of melancholy fills my heart

For I envy the dead, who no longer play a part

In this world of chaos, they have found their peace

While the living, continue to struggle and cease.

In this Graveyard Shift, I am the keeper of the dead

And amidst the darkness, I find a sense of dread

But I am also enchanted, by this place of final rest

Where the Gothic and the morbid, coexist in blessed.

So here I am, anointed in this Gothic world

Where the living and the dead, become intertwined and twirled

In this Graveyard Shift, my work will never be done

For death is a constant, in this life that we shun.



Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes

©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes

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