Within the woven black threads of sky,
a hole.
'neath the cryptic, heavenly sphere,
the world below, enshroud in darkness.
A field.
surrounded by fence, public, yet private,
rows of carved stone stand up,
bookmarks in the journal of life,
a name and date engraved on each,
marks their passage through time.
The oppressive void of silence, broken,
by the splash of water striking stone,
the offending drop of rain soon followed,
as the clouds spew forth their shower.
The onyx sky above shatters,
through the newly opened cracks appears,
an uncanny yellow glow,
the air emits a thunderous scream of pain.
Seconds later it is whole again,
the landscape once more plunged into darkness.
In the midst of tributes to the deceased,
a figure emerges.
Garbed in a hooded cloak of shadows,
it radiates with a soft, eerie glow.
Gliding across the saturated soil,
it approaches.
Strain to see,
gazing within the folds of cloth,
no face, only darkness.
From an upraised sleeve,
a hand of bone extrudes,
the white skeletal fingers contrast,
the sea of night behind.
a solitary finger pointing at me,
turning, looking for an answer:
Eternal night |
Submission Name: A grim night at the yard
