The lonely Grave

This little grave

Is a lonely grave

The owners left,

 they promised to come

and keep it company

But they have never appeared.

Some nights are so cold,

No one to light a fire,

Near the grave,

To keep it warm,

And keep it company.

No one cried on that day,

It was peculiar,

They hurriedly made it and left.

Not a tear for the little grave,

Was shed,

It’s just a small grave,

Why leave it behind,

When the darkness falls,

I hear sounds,

Chilling sounds,

A child crying,

A mother weeping

Around the little grave,