Beyond the Cemetery Gates

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem of macabre romance

Submitted: June 28, 2014

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Submitted: June 28, 2014



Now beyond the cemetery gates,
the wind sings an icy tune.
Every headstone illuminated,
blanketed in the light of the autumn moon.

With a burden of solitude, I've wandered,
amongst the graves, shovel in tow.
From her tomb, I shall have her as my bride
and have again what I lost so long ago

In haste, I pierce the frosted soil,
to the oblong box so deep below.
An empty shell the soul has left behind
Let me end this life of agony and woe.

In the pit, I pry open the lid,
a foul stench from the casket opened wide.
Her decayed skin beneath a yellowed dress,
in ecstasy I thrust myself deep inside

I embrace the corpse, naked and bare,
her lips so cold, I kiss to wed.
A ring I slip onto her finger
her casket our wedding bed.

The stars gaze down in horror
From her paralyzed body, life recreates
A union reborn in the pit of a grave,
a romance beyond the cemetery gates.


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