A NIGHT ON A GRAVEYARD

I saw this back in my old notes and BOOM! Though it seems very 'High School' for me, it is still my work. It talks about the first murder on Earth.

This story should have never been told

But on this page it took its hold

Gripped its words and freezing, it mold

A grim tale on a night so cold

A man in coat who is calmly sitting

On a forgotten tomb, void but breathing

Touched the lifeless name, silently bleating

And moaned about the oblivion of living

He screamed to the ‘one’ who in the tomb is lying,

“The world led the worst living and I am aging

But you won’t open up, I have been long waiting…”

But as still as the night, the tomb answered nothing

He whacked the tomb, agonized and started crying

Tears of long ago, on his face started flowing

But the tomb revealed no one—on it is nothing

But charred bones, frayed hair tendrils—nothing but nothing

He walked again back to the ages of the night

On the tomb nothing remained but a single light

That watched the name “Abel” on its forgotten flight

Away from Cain—then the darkness ate the night…