Black Rose

A small tombstone lay hidden in a cemetery I know

Around this grave tall grass and many weeds do grow

 

Under a tree is where you will find this wetherbeaten rock

The original inscription gone but replaced with a kind man's chalk

 

Many know of legends reguarding this quiet, somber place

The legend surrounding this stone however is the legend of Grace

 

The ghost of a woman who supposedly appears at this grave

To mourn for her child who met mortality at such a young age

 

The real story of what happened may never honestly be known

Any truth or any knowledge may in fact be burried with their bones

 

Somew say it was murder, a jealous lover's sick twisted revenge

Others say it was her own doing, herself she was trying to avenge

 

The only facts that you will find to actually exist here at all

A Grace is burried next to that infant's stone, the infant's name Paul

Reviews

[Deborah Shepard]

it is sad beauty the loveliness unmmarked grave but with astory to share to the watcher

mystery..haunting I love your work

[Winter McPherson]

Very good poem. You've captured the imagination with the mystery of the child's mysterious death and its haunting mother. Needs a little editing which would help it to flow even better. Good job!

I liked this piece! I liked the story you have going! The poem reminded me of an unmarked grave in our local cemetary! There is a legend that it is a child and he haunts the area! Great poem!