The Path to the Grave!

Dark, very dark

Scratching an then banging.

A slow moan and a loud creak,

the bell began to ring.

Moonlight the only light,

wind blowing then howling.

Moaning becoming louder,

scratches penetrating the air.

Grave dirt fresh,

an air of death.

My spirit’s unrest,

kept my body restless.

What was these noises,

and why was it so dark.

Then I realized,

it was me headed toward the grave.