As the moon rose above
that lonely graveyard,
a dark figure walked with
purpose toward a headstone.

Dark suited and grim faced.
He stalked this place.
Gazing down nightly upon
his own name.

“Nice place this. A bit
quiet though.”
A tread from behind
startled this being.

Swinging around he watched
as the dark haired creature
advanced upon him.
“Thought I’d find you here.”

The figure ignored it.
“Come to gloat have we?”
“Not at all.”
The figure sneered.

“Happy life, happy death
I suppose?”
“Something like that.”
The figure sneered again.

“Go on, dance on my ruddy
grave. You danced all over me.”
“Past times,” she whispered.
“Only yesterday to me.”

She shook her head.
“Let bygones be bygones.”
“Go to hell!”
She stepped back, fading.

He turned once more to
gaze upon himself.
“Eternity eh? It’s worse
than ruddy life!”

A squall blew up
from nowhere.
The figure watched leaves
rolling across the faded grass.

“Who’s there?”
Only a dreadful silence.
He saw the moon overhead
and chuckled.

“My only companion eh?”
The figure turned at last,
walking towards nowhere in
particular.

As the moon began to set,
the figure faded at last.
The stone still stands today.
Covered in moss and weeds.

Unattended and forgotton
by the living.
The figure remembers though.
So do the dead.