The Funeral

As the moon shines so bright 
The wind cry's and cry's 
Tears fall from there cheeks
Black clothes as bright as black sheep 
The box lowers slowly silent screams can be heard  
People laughed as if enjoying as if enjoying this view 
For the rain comes down in trickles like the tears of the people
The stones inscribed with words indents as deep as caves 
Caves of a very small size 
Many like it surround 
As white sadness lay below 
Muffled sobs and screams can be heard from the graves around
But soon to be muffled by dirt
Screams become no more 
He will be redeemed for his sins and all the things he had done
The priest would say with a smile on his face
The people sit there smiling tears stream down there eyes
At the sight of something so beautiful 
Its the love of other peoples demise 
The sight of a lost life
Sound of the muffled screams brought joy to there eyes
Cheeks torn with smiles and glee 
They cheered and laughed a wicked laugh
The screams became muffled and the final yelp was heard 
As the rest of the dirt was dug into the ground