Standing alone shrouded in the dark
no one is here, scattered for the night.
The banchees, witches and crippled wraith
all are elsewhere, now is the silence.
I peer out the window at nothing
as two old companions appear.
Not a footfall to be heard, they glide
it's the Grim Reaper and Mister Dark.
We've walked together these two and I
many times as the years have gone by.
I look to the two and say "again"
Dark raises his hand and mists roll in.
The Reaper spins around laughing low
but the only sound, a beating heart.
The first had been my old grandmother
ere was I ten, sole I sat beside her.
She had passed with a whimper and sigh
and I was left to tell those that cried.
Then the Uncle who flew as we sat
followed by Mom's stepdad while we slept.
Then at fifteen my girlfriend's Uncle
who her brother and I tried to stop.
But a few feet to late, took his own
with a blast, his I felt to scatter.
The next year came the husband I knew
who pulled the trigger while i stood by.
held his two to my side, eyes hidden
while my best friends arms wrapped his wifes head.
After graduation two and I left
the two came back, fore I took the test.
These companions visited often
by the bitter end there were five more.
Soon sitting by Mother in hospital
and then her mother came close behind.
All these times they must leave an odor
not to the nose but a stench on soul.
Fore try as I may not a maid stayed
only these dark twos return continued.
Soon came the last grandpa I couldn't
Then dear sis body withered away.
In the west an old Marine went slow
then another leatherneck in the East.
As I cleaned this last spittle away
before telling his family to grieve.
Now the visigas start to fade clear
you two and I parted thus last time.
But the stench remains after their gone
you see it's me, thats why I'm alone.