Alex Arnot

Tale of a Solemn Tombstone

Name and advent carved in stone.

Dust and bone six feet below.

Decaying lungs of air bereft

And writhing worms consume thy flesh.

 

A deity willed thy life expire

For heinous sin evoked his ire.

Neath murky deep of fear\'s great lake

Shall death await thy soul to take.

Heart engorged on encroaching gloom

And lurking presence of impending doom

 

Thy deed of life owed to the dead.

A final anguish the wicked dread.

Tantalise the mouth of Hell,

The sea of flame where monsters dwell.

The Devil lives behind their eyes

And demons mock tormented cries.

Woe of the damned and unholy glee

And now a place prepared for thee.

 

By Reaper\'s hand, thy book is closed.

Through trembling lips, thy story told.

Neath mangled branch of barren tree

Lies solemn tombstone,

Rest in peace.