To the Cemetery Underneath

Death and all his friends
Creep up from all ends
Of the cemetery underneath
My lone dwelling sheath

Under my window
Lies a singled widow
Weeping for the loss
Of her beloved sons

Death doth indeed forsake
The dearest to heart in ache
With no more than a memory
Of an eternal tragedy

A reminder of mortality
An upholder of morality
That died within mankind
No longer a precious find

The demise of a soul
Puts on a grand toll
To the bereaved and relieved
Humanity devoid of conceit

Humbled by the departure
Of a loved one in torture
By a mortal of a creature
Whose undying feature
Is a face full of lies
And severance of ties

Death and all his friends
Creep up from all ends
Of the cemetery underneath
My lone dwelling sheath
Knocking on my door
Now and forever more