The Graveyard (or, The Guardians)

Here's a more recent poem, a sad little thing I wrote because I was bored in English class, and I wanted to write something sort of gothic and depressing for Halloween (which was around the time this was written.) Enjoy.

 

The Angels stand, Thru rain and wind, Side by side, To silently defend, A woman lies, Betwixt the two, And row by row, There's quite a few, All Angels that sit, Guardians all, Now watching the sleep, Of the ones they let fall, The two in question, This pair from the host, Guarded my angel once, And she mattered the most, Broken, abashed, and wondering why, I stare at the Angels with watering eye, And what do they do as they watch me cry? they grin, and stare, and silently lie, They spin me a tale that I don't want to hear, They whisper it quietly into my ear, they fly through my sorrow, alight on my fear, And take me back into a false yesteryear, They spin golden summer, From a short year ago, When the flowers had bloomed, And the river lay low, Days were happy then, Never a care, For we were together, And going no where, Our house was a home, And joy filled the air, For it was no place for ill thoughts, No, no, not there, The Angels pressed on, To the following fall, And on All Hallow's Eve, Goblins and Ghouls all, And those little kids, Masked faces of Joy, I handed out candy, To each girl and boy, When she came home, She began to cry, I heard the news, She was to die, The disease was strange, Without a cure, She had 'til Spring, They all were sure, The winter came, A dismal time, No "Merry Christmas", No Valentine, When Spring arrived, I filled with dread, And sure enough, She soon was dead, The Angels dropped me, On the graveyard plot, It was summer again, And raining... Alot... The sky was weeping, As I sat in the lot, Because the stone between the Angels read, "Forget me not", "Forget me not", As if I could, I won't forget the Angels, And I won't forget the rain, I won't forget the sorrow, And I won't forget the pain, And I'll love again, And love will be true, But I'll never forget her, I won't forget you.

Author's Note

I'd like to know what you think about it, of course.