A Witness of Death

The trees loom under the walk
Of the figure in the mist that seems to stalk
The carriage travels faster up the grassy walk.

The figure´s face seems to be blocked
By a shroud of massive darkness that slithers and shocks
The life out of the witnesser that sees the cold frost
That withers down the figures embossed
Skull that no longer stalks
The carriage traveled up the grassy walk.

Before witnessers say that the figure was alight in a light of a lantern
Where they could only see the thin hands of the user that turned
The small flame from the candle that rested and burned
With the past victims of the carriage´s existence
Which is no longer riding in the distance.

So the figure snuffed out the candle
And the conductor of the carriage died and let go of the manhandle
And sent the carriage towards the dark trees and into the mantel
Of the conductor's chest that was impaled by the sharp scalpel
That a figure of death in the mist held in the hands of the hopeful
Souls that were collected over the past unlawful
And fair justice to the one´s that now have an awful
Eternity in the depths of the grave waiting still without morals.