The Graveyard

In a graveyard I was treading,
Knowing not where I was heading,
But I knew that I was dreading
What I'd find when I arrived.
There were gravestones all surrounding.  
Their sheer number was astounding.  
And the shadows were confounding
Me with forms they had contrived.
 
The deep silence was pervading,
And the darkness was degrading,
And it seemed to be invading
Deep within my weary soul.
Then I heard a church bell pealing,
And I felt a sense of healing.
But my sense of hopeless feeling
Had begun to take its toll.
 
In the distance, shining brightly
In a moonbeam, quite contritely,
Stood a headstone, crooked slightly,
In the ancient hallowed ground.
Nearer to it then I drifted.
Suddenly my vision shifted,
And my weary eyes were lifted
To lock on to what I’d found.
 
As I began loudly screeching,
And I cried out my beseeching,
My hand held out, ever reaching  
For that ancient marbled stone.
I knew then what happened to me,
As the madness thundered through me,
And the darkness poured into me…
For that name there was my own.