Rattlebone Graveyard

Death takes you by the hand, kicking and screaming, but in the end, your struggling had very little meaning, his plans for your soul are quite grand

 The rolling crimson hills,

 The blackened grave stones-

Filled me with chills

Then there was Death,

whispering in my ear, 

Words I did not want, and needn't hear

Here he catches you, in his humble home

When your haunted, tired spirit-

Just wished to be left alone

Remember never before I thought I'd see-

a being as great as he

"Come too! Stay in my soft warm bed,

But be careful! I needn't want to fancy you dead!"

Now in his rattlebone graveyard I stay,

Until he see's fit till the end of my day, 

One night I asked a guard with his head on his shoulder

"Will we ever be set free?"

He shook his head, unsure;

"Perhaps when the years pass, and turn into an eternity"

Author's Note

Sorry about the rhyme scheme being off in the last four lines :P