...And she
dug, digs and
will forever dig her
grave as he
whistled in the dark for what seemed
past twilight
on the top of the mound of dirt or
somewhat that looked like it while
the dogs went mad and
desired to consume her but
she sang
those songs that her grandmother taught her
when the world was ignorant of
the truth
Hauntingly strange
the melody was
To a point that it defined
horror
in a way that transcends belief
He jumped down, grabbed a shovel  
resting under a pale silver light that
sounded like it was humming to
the melody of the song
For a moment she thought
her end was in his shadow
and she was right and uncertain but
he slipped and fell and screamed
to an eternal drop to
Hell...