Mantle Of Obscurity

In preparation for a festivous occasion The condolers, with an austere look Gloved hands touching lack and oak Their backs each covered with a blackened cloak A starless, raven mantle The coffin hooded with a silk-like fabric Handles tightly clasped Proudly rearing over sullen heads Like a ship, sailing in the waters of bereaving hearts The grounds, deep gemstone green-ish A newly dug tomb and fresh turned soil Lavender, geraniums thriving to the side