Conflict Cemetary

The moonlight flickers from behind the dark clouds.
Pale tombstones offer a tangible representation 
Of those lost to this world of the living.
Wrestling leaves from the eerie trees 
Break the unsettling silence.
Weary souls wander trying to go to 
That which was taken from them 

Death, in his ominous shroud, 
Points his pestilent finger in the predestined direction.
Visions of mourning love tugs at your feet 
In attempt to keep you on earth.

Death once again intervenes,
Showing what is in store in the new dominion.
No longer do the shadows rule in this place
For it is filled with only love.
Rolling meadows with soft grass,
And trees with their lofty presence 
Make eternity seem not so long.

Death, with his protecting hand, leads you home
To wait for those loved.

where now?