The Keeper

I come to the graveyard
To speak to the dead
To ease the eternal suffering.

The wails,
The cries,
The sudden cold chills,
I can hear and feel it all.

The wails from the angry spirits,
The cries from the forgotten,
The chills to warn me to be afraid
And to leave.

I come by every night
To comfort the dead,
We all think they are at rest
And in a better place,
That is the farthest from the truth.

Death isn't the end,
It's just the beginning.