Midnight Walk Poem by Lauren Kapusta

Moonlight is my companion as I begin.
My shadow, my only friend.
I look up anf behold, I see a full moon.
A pallid color makes it seem,
As if it were a giant white tear of God.
The wind howls through the trees,
The final brown leaf blows off,
Thus begins its death-like slumber,
Until the Earth awakens from her rest.
Coldness nips at my face and ears.
I shield a black rose from the,
Icy wrath of merciless late autumn.
As I press on, I see the rusty gates.
I peak through the bars and see,
The weather-torn tombstones of those,
Forgotten by man and all things mortal.
The cemetary is abandoned and quiet.
Only specters and ravens inhabit this dark realm.
Without any fears, I advance.
Defiled, eroded graves scatter the land.
Shadows of unseen things move about.
An owl cries but does not waver me.
My eye catches sight of a stone angel,
Its hands folded in solemn prayer.
The heavenly seraphim stares down at,
Two small plots I see.
Husband and wife together in life,
Now inseparable even in death.
Thoughts turn to you my love,
You needn't wait longer, I am almost there.
Soon enough, I see your grave.
I fall to my knees and fold my hands.
I close my eyes and pray for your soul.
I place the ebony rose on top of your grave.
The graves of the two lovers I remember.
We couldn't go together.
Yet, I pray not for death.
I will grow old and see many years.
I love the life God has given me.
I just only wish He'd let you stay.
The rose shines with a radiant dark light,
It's beautiful in my eyes and,
It reminds me of you.
The love you gave me, the company you,
Blessed me with.
I sit by your side for a few minutes.
And then I depart.
I leave you alone with the rose.
A token of something strong and true.
I still miss you...