The Cemetery at Midnight(Where Hallowed Ground Has Fallen Ill)
The Cemetery at Midnight
As the Sun forsakes the Earth-
And as the Night is given birth-
A stormy gale's wind and rain-
Shall make our world seem insane.
Upon a plot, upon a hill-
The Hallowed Ground has fallen ill-
Where once a blessed building stood-
Naught remains, save old frame wood.
The withered trees of pine and birch-
Stand tall behind a rotting church-
The wood is rotten and decayed-
The altar's silver trim is grayed.
Before the trees, behind the chapel-
There is a single tree of apple-
But it no longer bares that fruit-
For it is dead without its root.
That single tree is to behold-
The mystic wonders of the cold-
The freezing rain and sleet and shade-
Undoing all that time has made.
There is a pass way in the trees-
Where anyone can walk with ease-
It leads into a clearing there-
That cemetery gates do stare.
A place where loved ones cried their tears-
Although the place is young in years-
The Sands of Time have seen it whither-
Where spiders crawl and serpents slither.
Within the cemetery ground-
The keenest sense would hear no sound-
The Hallowed ground with hollow spaces-
Where rotted corpses have no faces.
Cast in marble and in stone-
A single angel stands alone-
Though time has seem him fall from grace-
And wear has taken off his face.
Archaic headstones all about-
Though all with names they are without-
When alive, they were abased-
In Death their memories erased.
And as the clouds of storm and gale-
Strike down the grass with rain and hail-
Two lovers young, and joyous prance-
Into this place where shadows dance.
Two people who are young and lush-
The weather's chaos gives them rush-
And even in this dire weather-
Rain shall not pierce their coats of leather.
The two young lovers pass the steeple-
Pulled by desires known by people-
The passion held in youth controls-
All emotion in their souls.
Pronouncing words of love they wonder-
Through lighting great and booming thunder-
With mighty chaos in the skies-
They are lost within each others eyes.
The two young lovers see the pass-
This strapping lad and charming lass-
The two of them no longer fearing-
Hear voices calling from the clearing.
The voices emanating loud-
The souls all chanting form a crowd-
As the two young lovers go-
To that of which they do not know.
Through the open pass they wander-
While each others thoughts they ponder-
Intoxicated by their passion-
Thus their love should know no ration.
Out from the clearing hand in hand-
Before the Gothic gate they stand-
The voices calling louder still-
The starving souls that need their fill.
The two young lovers see the gate-
While in the graveyard lying in wait-
Are spirits of those who have died-
With tears of blood shed for them dried.
The rain lets up, the ground is wet-
And in each others arms they're set-
The two young lovers make a wish-
In freezing air so devilish.
For them the gate does open wide-
So they do enter, by side-
And in this dark and lonely night-
They show their love and passion right.
Archaic headstones all around-
With thunder's mighty, booming sound-
The two young lovers making love-
The shadows staring up above.
They feel upon them watchful eyes-
And hear each others joyous cries-
Within the graveyard fornicating-
For them the ravenous souls are waiting.
Upon the ground they lie together-
The chill of unforgiving weather-
In each others arms they lie-
As freezing rain falls from the sky.
The two young lover's passion sings-
So that they cannot see the things-
The hands up reaching from the ground-
To take their lives without a sound.
The moon is wane, and slowly falling-
The spirits are no longer calling-
The two young lovers lie there still-
Where Hallowed Ground has fallen ill.