Gravedigger

Whistling echoes through an empty burial ground

a gray strain of notes

Reflections glimmer off of the moons beams

as if a mirror is reaching out to a new world.

Church bells ring and chime,

the sky dim and grime.

I grow intolerant waiting for the sun

my job outdone.

White wisps of a tainted fabric

flutter about the soil

She is awake, 

ready to bring turmoil

The soft crunch of the earth

coats my soles as I wander

I examine the concealed display

beneath the wood, where she lay

White fabric still with the same stained result

bring about the faulty occult

Rope tied externally to the wood,

a pull

The bell chimes.

Author's Note

Inspired off of Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride."
Thoughts?

Reviews

[Thepensiveplayer]

Its like an ominous feeling overtakes us in this area of life. Strangely, it calls for some self-reflection. Sometimes I can't help but think of what happened and what could've been had things been different in life. To me, I believe each stanza of yours is a metaphor for what goes through our minds at a time like this. excellent work by the way and keep writing! :)

[KCthelastboyscout]

You are blessed with a talent to write.wonderfully gifted with words and imagery.i can witness this story taking place on a foggy night.wrll done