15 coffins [Video]
[There's humming from somewhere, even if all that can be seen is soil.
Flying soil at that, and it's coming from what could be a hole in the ground, and just outside of it is a latern, glass cracked and clouded, a flickering flame providing light. It's a somewhat cloudy morning after all, and he'd started his digging well before the sun would have risen.
That humming slowly turns into singing, low and probably ment just to entertain the man in the.. Well it looks to be in the shape of a grave, doesn't it? Gotten rather deep as well.]
They burgeon in the spring;
And, when the west wind melts the snow,
The redstarts build and sing.
But Death's at work in rind and root,
And loves the green buds best;
And when the pairing's music's mute,
He spares the empty nest-
[Hello, PCD. Meet a pile of soil just tossed over you, muffling enough that words can no longer be discerned.]
Flying soil at that, and it's coming from what could be a hole in the ground, and just outside of it is a latern, glass cracked and clouded, a flickering flame providing light. It's a somewhat cloudy morning after all, and he'd started his digging well before the sun would have risen.
That humming slowly turns into singing, low and probably ment just to entertain the man in the.. Well it looks to be in the shape of a grave, doesn't it? Gotten rather deep as well.]
They burgeon in the spring;
And, when the west wind melts the snow,
The redstarts build and sing.
But Death's at work in rind and root,
And loves the green buds best;
And when the pairing's music's mute,
He spares the empty nest-
[Hello, PCD. Meet a pile of soil just tossed over you, muffling enough that words can no longer be discerned.]