In the grave
Faust song fic Dave Matthews Band-Gravedigger
(Disclaimer: I in no way own any Dave Matthews songs or shamen king charters)
Faust walked through the graveyard, the memorials to the dead his only companion.
"Cyrus Jones, 1810 to 19213 made his great grand children believe you could live to 103. A hundred and three is forever when your just a little kid, so, Cyrus Jones lived forever.
Faust sang to him self. Walking past the graves of long lost lovers. He stopped, to read one tombstone. "Muriel stone wall 1903 to 1954 she lost both of her babies in the second Great War." He read out loud, to no one in particular. Taking a few stray pieces of garbage and sighing ' you should never have to watch as your children get lowered in to the ground, you should never have to bury your own babies." He said, patting the gravestone and turning away, humming to him self.
"Gravedigger. When you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain." He sang his voice deep and lonely, full of sorrow. The evening dew creeping in between the graves, making the place look even more gloomy.
He paused before one grave. Looking down at the small stone. Getting down on one knee to read it, "little mikey Carson 67- 75 he rode his bike like the devil till the day he died." Faust said, frowning and picking of a piece of stray moss. Wiping a stray tear form his eye. "You were so young..." he trailed off, shaking his head and walking away, walking on the mist growing thicker and swirling around him.
He stopped, the wind blowing his coat to the side. Falling to his knees, he knelt next to a tall gravestone, the statue of an angle gracing the top. " Soon my love, soon we will be together." He said brushing the fallen leaves from the grave and pulling away the moss, cleaning the grave and the stone. A tear falling from his eye as he traced the name on the stone with a finger. "Eliza, my love. I will see you again, I love you to much to loose you." He whispered quietly, taking two roses one snowy white and one blood red and replacing the long dead roses in the angel's hand. A sob breaking form him and making him shake. Tears running down his face.
Faust sat down; being respectful of the graves around him he leaned his back ageist the gravestone and pulled his knees to his chest, crying quietly in the lonely graveyard.
End
(Okay, I know it's sad, please stop crying and review. Please. Thank you.)
Faust song fic Dave Matthews Band-Gravedigger
(Disclaimer: I in no way own any Dave Matthews songs or shamen king charters)
Faust walked through the graveyard, the memorials to the dead his only companion.
"Cyrus Jones, 1810 to 19213 made his great grand children believe you could live to 103. A hundred and three is forever when your just a little kid, so, Cyrus Jones lived forever.
Faust sang to him self. Walking past the graves of long lost lovers. He stopped, to read one tombstone. "Muriel stone wall 1903 to 1954 she lost both of her babies in the second Great War." He read out loud, to no one in particular. Taking a few stray pieces of garbage and sighing ' you should never have to watch as your children get lowered in to the ground, you should never have to bury your own babies." He said, patting the gravestone and turning away, humming to him self.
"Gravedigger. When you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain." He sang his voice deep and lonely, full of sorrow. The evening dew creeping in between the graves, making the place look even more gloomy.
He paused before one grave. Looking down at the small stone. Getting down on one knee to read it, "little mikey Carson 67- 75 he rode his bike like the devil till the day he died." Faust said, frowning and picking of a piece of stray moss. Wiping a stray tear form his eye. "You were so young..." he trailed off, shaking his head and walking away, walking on the mist growing thicker and swirling around him.
He stopped, the wind blowing his coat to the side. Falling to his knees, he knelt next to a tall gravestone, the statue of an angle gracing the top. " Soon my love, soon we will be together." He said brushing the fallen leaves from the grave and pulling away the moss, cleaning the grave and the stone. A tear falling from his eye as he traced the name on the stone with a finger. "Eliza, my love. I will see you again, I love you to much to loose you." He whispered quietly, taking two roses one snowy white and one blood red and replacing the long dead roses in the angel's hand. A sob breaking form him and making him shake. Tears running down his face.
Faust sat down; being respectful of the graves around him he leaned his back ageist the gravestone and pulled his knees to his chest, crying quietly in the lonely graveyard.
End
(Okay, I know it's sad, please stop crying and review. Please. Thank you.)