Woe Is Me
By The_Raven •
As I walk across this hollow ground,
unable to feel. To love any longer,
I try to find the shattered pieces of my heart.
Oh the sorrow.
Oh woe is me for I am condemned to walk these dreaded grounds.
Because you see,
On that fateful night in 1923,
I was mourning the loss of my dear sweet wife when I was struck on the back of the head and buried alive.
And now if you come to the graveyard and listen closely enough you will hear my sorrow in the distance.
Oh woe is me.
-The Raven