The Tombstone Poem by Jerry Lawrence

Bone Littered Melancholy.
Stormy Has Passed, The Darque Of Night Remains.
Migraines Of A, I, On A Quest.
Rest, No Longer Comes.
Scenes Of This Place, @ 1st, Now Here.
Clear Slimes (The Slipperiest) & Gross Green Muck.
Stuck N Mud, Momentarily. Now, Free.
Mystery Knocks, A N-Chanted Tombstone With N-Graving Permanently Covered By Fog.
Dog, That Was Roaming, Now X-Scaping This Dread Place Yelping.
Smoking A Cigarette, Cooling. This Tombstone, I, Ain't Leaving.
Something About, The Tombstone, Is Quietly Speaking 2 Me.