A/N: This is my first shot- review, please! The poem can be applicable to any one of the charecters, feel free to imagine your favorite.

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The Unused Graveyard

A woman swathed against the frost

came upon the foreboding iron fence.

And, striding along the path that circled it,

opened the well-oiled gate

with a hint of disbelief.

"This is the spot,"

she spoke to the wind

that blustered

in the empty lot that

the fence encircled protectively.

An unused shovel

leaned stoutly against

the entrance

of this realm

she had strode curiously into.

Finding no landmark, instead

unfamiliar sights,

Perhaps she had made an error?

This was not the graveyard

they had said it to be.

Not a tombstone

could be seen

among the overgrown weeds

that stirred and rustled

in the gentle draft.

"No, this cannot be right-"

she assured herself.

turning on her heel

she was astonished to find

an omniscient smile.

"This is the place," he answered,

"Your instructions were true.

You see, I am the gravedigger here."

He nodded his head and turned away, as if

that was the only explanation he would offer.

The feathery grass twirled

under her disbelieving sight;

The blustering wind

Lost its chill;

Yet the gate remained unlocked.

"But sir," she called out,

anger stirred, "do you mean to leave

with no other account?"

Then he paused, and

looked back over his shoulder.

"No more is needed,"

he said, "Save that the war is over."