Death In A Graveyard

It’s misty, cold and dark.
In the background you see the moonlight shining off it.
The smell of rotting flesh, it reaches you.
A crow cries warning in the distance.
It flickers wavers it feels your belief.
Its scream is horrific it tears your soul.
As you fall to the dark, cold musty ground.
You see a misty haze.
It’s your soul being stolen.
You lay there alone with only the faint shadows.
The shadows of graves.
Looking above you.
You can barely make out what it has written.
Palely glowing the gravestone seems to mock you in your death.
"here lays the mortal that thought they could take on death and win"
The crow once crying a warning.
Now laughs at you mocking you.
In your cold, dark death.