The Cemetary

"Shhh...listen to the sounds
Do you hear what I hear?"
"The wind is whispering through the trees
Does your soul show fear?"
"Welcome to the cemetary of evil
Where there are many tales."
"Of the many souls that have died here
That have seen many hells."

The creaking sound from the gate
Sends a chill down your spine,
The black cat hisses on the fence
Who once had nine lives.
"Come with me, I am your host."
Said the gruesome figure in black,
"I will lead you through a journey of tales
And hope you'll never come back."

As he leads you through the gate
You shudder at your knees,
Walking past the tombstone shadows
An owl hoots in the trees.
The host stops the crowd with a hand
As he points to a grave,
"Here lies a pitiful soul,
Who thought that he would be brave."

"He thought he was invincible
Didn't have to wear a seatbelt,
It won't ever happen to me
Was the way he felt."
"Well...he met his fate with me
For I am the Angel of Death,
For when he crashed in that wall
I got what was left."

"Come with me, let's continue please
For we have a ways to go,
I have lots of other tales you see
Upon which I will bestow.
For the souls in this cemetary
Are the stupid ones beyond belief,
For the decisions they have made
That put them in grief."

"Now as we round this corner
Here lies Elmer McNye,
He found his way to me quickly
By being a DUI."
"Why people think they are Superman
With alcohol through their veins,
Is beyond me," shaking his head
"What have they got to gain?"

"Now over here, this happy soul
Found his way to hell with his death,
For he found his joy of choice
By messing with the drug crystal meth."
"He got a little too much
And found himself overdosed,
Sent him to the hospital
In the state of comatose."

"It didn't take long before I knew
That he would wind up being mine,
I have no mercy on these souls
When they lay their life on the line."
"Now what say you there, standing and shaking
How are you living your life?"
"Are you messing with drugs and alcohol
Fooling around on your wife?"

"Don't wind up like these poor old souls
For these over here committed suicide,
Because they couldn't handle every day life
Or take things in stride."
"Come on and live a clean life
And you may go through these gates here,
Where the clouds are white and streets of gold
And the skies are blue and clear."

I saw the opening and decided to change
I knew how I wanted to live,
I did away with the drugs and alcohol
And to the Man, my life I give.
I want the streets of gold and pearly gates
Where the skies are clear and blue,
Now if you took this walk with the Angel of Death
What would you do?

That's pretty intense, and a good lesson for teens and all for that matter......

I hope some will read this and learn from it, far too often folks think it is "ok" driving while intoxicated. Great sentiments expressed here Wolf One

Yes it is intense and I too hope people read it and get a message out of it. It was supposed to turn out to be a Halloween poem, but I got veered off in another direction while in the third stanza of this poem. Thanks Michele and Bonny Miss.

Very well written! There is a great lesson there too!!

Thanks Erica..hope some will pay heed to it.