A Death Upon Them Weighs

A dying oath is whispered clear

Unto the autumn sky.

As the witnesses to this tragedy,

Don’t even bat an eye.

The death weighs down upon them,

They don’t know what to do.

They perform a hasty burial,

No one but them will know the truth.

The dreams the man had had,

The week before he died.

Made him wish that he never slept,

They could see it in his eyes.

It’s as if he knew he was going to die,

They all said late at night.

Even when his maddened screams would tear the sky.

They still ignored his plight.

He’d always wake up trembling

Despite the hot or cold.

His eyes would have a harried look,

That of one whose soul was sold.

And through the chilling nights and days,

Not a one of them was kind.

They said that he’d gone crazy,

And didn’t pay him mind.

But no one even cared

Not one would sit and cry.

They would sit and watch him thrash.

They just sat and watched him die.

And when it finally happened,

The day he lost it all.

They’re was no ceremony,

No, nothing for him that fall.

Because of this his ghost still haunts,

His voice still echoes through,

The old house has long been abandoned,

And it carries a foreboding sense of doom.

As for his deserting family,

They all met a horrid fate.

As his daunting ghost still stalks them

For his death, upon them weighed.