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."
