When you shouldn't come through my line:

It was a dark and gloomy day, gray clouds hung low in the purple sky threatening a cataclysm of lightening and rain, haze filtered around the old cemetery. A small circle of mourners stood amidst the fog and tall gravestones, but something was different about the figures no one was weeping, not even the slightest sob. A short burial ceremony was given and still not a tear from anyone. "This man must have been terrible, not even his wife is misty eyed!" The elderly preacher thought as he began to shiver from a quick breeze.

After the ceremony the dark wooden casket was placed slowly in the ground, creak after creak until it rested in the dirt. In a few seconds the entire group had left, as if a blast of lightening had destroyed them all and all that was left was a six foot hole in the ground that the strike had left behind. After the cars had left the hole was cover by machinery and sod was put over top of the freshly restored dirt, it was obvious someone was just buried.

However, unknown to everyone the passenger of the casket was still alive, barely breathing. No one would have cared anyway, remember the funeral. The "corpse" began to awaken and in the darkness of his underground chamber, he began to panic. "My god, I've been buried alive!" He thought, "What did I do to deserve this?" he began to beat and scratch at the lid of the casket. Ha poor lad the weight of the dirt is holding you down forever. Blood began to pour from fresh cuts on his hands as he worked harder to get the lid open. He screamed and yelled for help, but no one could here him.

Disturbed thoughts ran through his head, "How am I going to get out?" "Is it possible for me to get out?" "Who did this to me?" Somewhere in his mind he heard scratching, scratching from a rat trying to get and eat his flesh, "Go away you furry bastard!" he screamed violently, beating at the side where the "scratching" came from. It had left. "It's not gonna get me, " He thought, but even with all those thoughts running through his head, the thought of him running out of air had gone.

His finger and toes began to get numb, and everything seemed to be a dream, as if the fog had creeped through the ground and into his head. More and more of his body became numb, he could no longer move his hands, and he had run out of air, all was lost.

His head fell to the side and his face still held that fearful grimace, as I said no one cared what had happened below at all. A quick little flair from a lighter was seen in the cemetery that night as a cigarette was lit, did some one know what was going on that night underneath the dirt? You bet, but that's another story my friend and it just needs to stay buried!

Untitled Rhapsody

Inside an ancient castle -

Away on a magic hilltop -

Rests many ancient people -

As if all time had stopped.

They still hold familiar poses -

Underneath the dust -

The king still holds the royal throne -

Since this is, still a must.

The jester had stopped laughing -

Many years ago -

But he still holds that foolish grin -

As if still in the show.

Not a single peasant in sight -

At least someone was still aware -

Of everything that had happened -

In this castle fair

Many royal couples -

Dressed in red and gold -

Still dance away the darkened night -

Like the days of old -

The help still bustle around -

Catering to the noble company -

As they dance around -

To untitled rhapsodies.

A brilliant feast was set -

With many meats and bread -

A meal fit for a king -

If only he weren't dead

A carriage is still waiting -

Like the many nights before -

The footman is still crying -

And the coachman's at the door.

But the banquet of the doomed -

Still rages on through night -

The guests all still make merry -

On the surface of their fright.

The queen still holds the regal heir -

To protect him from decay -

Encased inside that stony shell -

Still on that hill today.