Challenge
Write something everyone will award with a heart.
Grand Old Friends
The gravedigger knows the smell
Of blood and ash and bones too well
They stand in solemn, dead man’s-graves
Yet their chests still fall and raise
A day of flirting with fatality
Ceremony without the grim reality
And therefore this rare and sparse race
Can recognize death’s skeletal face
And when death has a twinge of guilt
He’ll go to where gravestones sit
And talk to the cemetery king
Whose voice croaks like ravens sing
And when gravediggers meet their ends
Death greets them as grand old friends
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