arjun, as per your request: gravedance revisited.

gravedance.

in the cemetery white as a ghost i feel the may heat though buried to my soul. sheets of rain and then it pours wash away the dirt from fresh mounds. bones unveiled some flesh too the rain glued wings and then the soul flew. the thunderous clouds do make a beautiful gray they did bid me adieu as they made way for those rays of sunshine that sweep the cemetery and purge the souls to set them free. i wait patiently with arms open wide and i look around quite surprised i find not an ounce of shade nor a tree in sight. why is there no rain on me? i wish to bathe in its holiness. no rays of sunshine do i see and i want to ask for forgiveness. and i do want my soul set free. and i've been gone for long so why does no tombstone exist? i shiver and shudder and realize for i don't exist.