Poem: Day of the Dead Series, Eternal Night

Blankets of gray lie with tranquility over a graveyard. Dew drops of life and death sprinkle the resting place. The immortals of this home begin to dance. Gently landing on headstones awakening the dead, Mortality erased from their hearts, ignorance is their bliss. Memories diminish, gathered darkness is all they know. The chilly air seeps into bones as they peer out, from desolate eye sockets. They are envious of the living with mouths full of teeth and warm skin covering. Exhausted silence drifts amongst loneliness. Amidst vanishing features, tattered burial cloths, the misleading perception of being alive, they fade into eternal night.