The story of my Father !

My father once told me,

A story that my heart squeezed.

It was a very dark night,

And I'm on the rig, the fear that drives away.

The moon above the cemetery, its pale light,

I see him, my partner, like a phantom, or not.

Death without a face, embraced him quietly,

My partner died, and death stood there.

A ghost, light as a mist,

Circled around us, bringing only deception.

I remember his eyes, his frightened gaze,

Like a silent shadow, he was shrouded.