Solace Amongst The Graves (Halloween Poem)

DAY 7 of my 13 Halloween themed poems is here; Solace Amongst The Graves. It tells the tale of a ghost who makes it their mission to protect the local cemetery. From what? Read on, and find out.

Be sure to check out the other Halloween poems by clicking the links; 13 Nights of Frights, Can't Sleep. Won't Sleep, Ghosts Don't Exist, Haunt-O-Rama!, The Waking Dead, and Obey The Moon.

Enjoy!

SOLACE AMONGST THE GRAVES

Here lies Jacob Barnabas Head,

who, one night, slept in his bed,

closing his eyes from the world of dread,

and was later found absolutely dead.

Nobody knew what was the cause,

or who he was,

or resulted the world to pause.

He was just a man of uneventful flaws.

Not a soul appeared at his funeral,

no wife deemed beautiful,

no children acting cruel,

just him, alone, in a diamond shaped cubicle.

But have no fear, my dear,

nor think to shed a tear,

because Jacob is now of good cheer,

as he is how we don't appear.

His life was unmemorable,

pretty boring, and dull,

but the best that could happen was his cull,

as it silenced his storm, to a soothing lull.

Now, you may wonder,

what's it like six feet under?

Away from the rolling thunder?

Away from the world's spoils, and plunder?

Believe it or not, its the best.

The only way to catch up on eternal rest,

where you are treated as the richest guest,

however, there are some considered as pests.

Also referred to as vandals,

these vermin live for the scandal.

Anything they touch they purposely mishandle,

  and leaving the scene in a state of shambles.

Usually, Mr Head would avoid confrontations,

its part of his families foundations,

and how many receive their lacerations,

but that was the old him, his old vocation.

Mr Head may have died, but he's still alive.

Waking up in a new world, completely revived,

his second birth has given him new drive,

of scaring those committing to the violence they thrive.

Dying, naturally changes a man,

it forces you to conceive a whole new plan,

especially when handed gifts previously banned,

from those of Earthly clan.

What is one to do to protect their property?

Hoodlums running amok is a sign of mockery,

and taking advantage of pure generosity,

from those endowed with authority.

This is something Jacob has never attempted before,

harming another is an oath he never swore,

but too many times has he been ignored,

now its time to hear his otherworldly roar.

It starts off slow,

with its rumbling heard low,

but like bubbling anger begins to grow,

and finishes in a howling crescendo.

There's such joy in hearing your enemies shriek,

it reveals their true selves; completely weak,

and to see their arms flail as they freak,

having come into contact with the spectral mystique.

And just like that, its silent.

For some, that would be torment,

but for Mr. Head, he's content,

in fact, its his sole intent.

Jacob isn't a loud man by nature,

he hates the noise, he finds it impure,

and the only solution for a cure,

is to become that which is obscure.

So, if any of you are feeling brave,

come and walk the footsteps of the deprave.

But if not? Say goodbye and wave,

for you have no standing with the solace

amongst the graves.