In the year of Our Lord, Eighteen-Hundred and Four
A strange thing occurred, although no-one saw
It would shake an Englishman straight to his core
Should he know things exist more deadly than war
It was a clear night in October with no fog around
And not a soul but one stirred in this dirty old town
Old Albert Foley looked suspicious and frowned
As he leant on his spade which struck the hard ground
Old Albert was a gravedigger by trade and by day
But he was poor and couldn't live on such little pay
So at night he tended to make his own way
To the graveyard gates, all withered and grey
Once there he would dig (and this he did well)
Not bothered by the grime or the dust or the smell
In search of some bones and bodies to sell
To his immoral partner, one Dr. J. Fell
Old Albert was scared but he knew in his head
That without money he just couldn't be fed
So he clung to the words that Dr. Fell said:
"Just what do they care? They're gone and they're dead"
So after a few very grim and dark nights
He calmed down a bit and got over his fright
Not once did he notice a ghoul or a wight
He thought as he sat and lit up his pipe
'Twas the same each night, just sifting through rubble
Old Al' had grown lazy and expected no trouble
But on this cold night he was shocked from his bubble
It would turn his hair white and make him see double
For on this strange night, something caught Albert's eye
A darting, un-natural light in the sky
Then another five lights joined and flew by
As Albert's pipe dropped and spilled it's insides
He continued to stare as these lights slowed down
And formed a circle quite close to the ground
They produced a really quite deafening sound
For poor Albert this noise was enough to astound
As all this occurred, time itself seemed to slow
And some of the gravestones had started to glow
An uncanny colour of greenish-yellow
'Twas then that old Albert decided to go
He shakily stood and got back on his feet
And set off for the comfort of his quiet street
But the sound started up again on repeat
Joined by a rumble beneath Albert's feet
Around him, headstones were splitting and breaking
All while continued this ominous quaking
Old Albert shivered and couldn't stop shaking
Was it a prank? Was someone just faking?
He quickened his pace and broke into a run
But he got to the gates and stood still, stunned
The realisation hit him and felt like a ton
The graveyard was locked til the rise of the sun
But as quick as they started, the tremors finally ceased
Albert turned round and savoured the peace
But the peace was short-lived, just like the deceased
Who now were awake, and by the lights were released
Albert stood in shock and hyper-aware
As movement in the darkness drew forth his stare
A gnarled, rotting limb had pierced the air
It was this sight that whitened Al's hair
He continued to watch as the bony arm rose
As the ancient grave-dirt dropped off to expose
A lewd grinning skull with no ears and no nose
That stared straight at Albert and so Albert froze
This course of action proved to be most unwise
For he was transfixed and so was surprised
By some more bony fingers digging in to his thighs
A second legless body, black and disguised
He looked down and screamed, but he was far too late
The heft of the corpse was too much, and it's weight
Dragged him down to the floor and did not abate
For this was old Albert's unwilling fate
Poor Albert was old and did not fight well
Dragged underground, this was his death knell
You may say it's a fantastical story to tell
But I know it's the truth, for I'm Dr. J. Fell
I was watching that night, and those things that I saw
Were as real as the oak that forms my front door
And those lights in the sky that I saw once before
Once again so appear and frighten me raw
For tonight what I saw
On this frozen great moor
In the year of our lord Eighteen Twenty Four
As long as I live, I will speak of no more
:O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely freaking amazing.