A soft, glowing sphere rises within the darkened sky
Clouds move and shift around a glorious moon
Hanging far above the earth below.
Beams fall from the huge night light in the sky.
Far below, the cemetery gates gently creak
As a cold breeze tickles the oak tree's leaves,
They dance and sway to the blowing wind

An eerie fog descends upon the cemetery
Thick enough to catch the moon beams.
The graves are aglow with soft light,
The full moon growing brighter with time.
The breeze is no more, the air is still,
A blanket of think fog is horizon bound
An abandoned grave is bathing ever so softly
In the fallen glowing full moon light.
The grave abandoned in the wake of rapture,
No longer the abode of a corpse,
But a cavity in the earth's crust

The former occupant now far beyond the clouds,
To bid farewell to the moon, the stars.
The past, now but a faded memory, soon to vanish,
The life beyond the flesh is yet to be discovered...