A Note on "Cain's Eulogy"
Just thinking of the holiday season and got to thinking this might be fun. Wrote this for the holiday. Happy Halloween.
'Twas six feet deep, a mighty hole,
Dug by an aging hand.
'Twas six feet deep, a mighty hole,
Carved in the midnight sand.
'Twixt tired oak and windblown elm,
A rotting corpse did lie;
And from within the musty pit,
A deathly voice did cry.
"Away cursed fiends, oh, ruthless thieves.
Do not stir my soul.
For here I rest amidst the worms
To pay my earthly toll.
And if thou but just touch my brow
On this unhallowed eve,
A wicked curse will torture thee
And cause thy heart to grieve.
So get thee hence, or die with me
In this abhorred grave.
For soon the reaper comes to claim
Thy flesh. So go! Behave!
Yes, leave me here, oh, pitious fools
To haunt and fade and wilt
With haughty demons, morbid thoughts,
And long enduring guilt.
For endless is the tempestuous death
Of a corrupt and vile man,
Doomed to spend eternity
With Satan's ghastly clan."
The words soon flee with windy haste,
And silence stills the night.
Only shadows of the dreadful past
Dance in the pale moonlight.
Yet a mighty hole, six feet deep,
Grimly marks the spot,
Where sin and lust and selfish pride
Condemned a man to rot.
'Twas six feet deep, a mighty hole,
Dug by an aging hand.
'Twas six feet deep, a mighty hole,
Carved in the midnight sand.
'Twixt tired oak and windblown elm,
A rotting corpse did lie;
And from within the musty pit,
A deathly voice did cry.
"Away cursed fiends, oh, ruthless thieves.
Do not stir my soul.
For here I rest amidst the worms
To pay my earthly toll.
And if thou but just touch my brow
On this unhallowed eve,
A wicked curse will torture thee
And cause thy heart to grieve.
So get thee hence, or die with me
In this abhorred grave.
For soon the reaper comes to claim
Thy flesh. So go! Behave!
Yes, leave me here, oh, pitious fools
To haunt and fade and wilt
With haughty demons, morbid thoughts,
And long enduring guilt.
For endless is the tempestuous death
Of a corrupt and vile man,
Doomed to spend eternity
With Satan's ghastly clan."
The words soon flee with windy haste,
And silence stills the night.
Only shadows of the dreadful past
Dance in the pale moonlight.
Yet a mighty hole, six feet deep,
Grimly marks the spot,
Where sin and lust and selfish pride
Condemned a man to rot.
posted by Cool Dad at Thursday, October 13, 2005
4 Comments:
Not bad. Now here is me .... leaving you alone to rot.
I have this visual image, of one with no hope.
A sinful, despot, uncaring sort of a dope.
I however, rather would focus my attention,
To the items of life that we have some retention,
The Grave is only a short stop in life,
The real hell is getting along with the wife.
We spend so much time dressing our children up like ghouls,
And then get mad at them when they act like fools.
This much I have learned about Halloween Night,
Just go to bed early and turn out the light.
Ahhhhh Scarry poem, He knows he will live eternity with Satan's Ghastly Clan.... That in itself is a scarry thought.
I heard on the radio the other day where more and more "grave robbings" are happening. Evidentally there is good money for body parts. Yeks!
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