Song of the Epitaph Part Two

OK, you did ask for it.......... The graveyard soil is pushing up beneath his feet He looks around for some help, but he is all alone The singing is so loud now, screaming in his ears And the epitaph wording leaps out from the stone ‘In stillness I lie, no movement, no sound, no light, When the moon is waxing through a ring of gold And my true love speaks my name into the night I shall sing these words and his body I shall hold’ A mound of earth parts the dry, withered blooms Through the dead flowers, appears a lock of hair And at each side of those familiar blonde tresses Her hands are reaching out into the cemetery air ‘Take my hands my darling, draw me close to you’ Her voice is pleading ‘My lover, please be brave’ And he takes the hands that he has so often held He pulls gently, her face emerges from the grave His heart that pulsed hard in a lover’s anticipation Is bursting with terror and has a thunderous beat For the face he remembers for it’s perfect beauty Is now a grinning skull festooned with rotten meat The sweet singing voice turns into a harsh cackle He’s screaming without sound, fighting for breath He tries to pull away from her, but alas to no avail Her hands tighten their hold with the grip of death His lips are being forced onto her vile rotting flesh He hears her foul, deathly voice hissing in his ear ‘Kiss me darling, as though I am alive once again’ Fondle me, embrace me, come with me my dear He is dragged beneath the earth, inside her coffin His head is exploding with such abominable fright So once again he entwines the one that he loved As soil falls on his face, closing out the moonlight