The Undertaker

He wore a brand-new suit

(Dark grey, the color of sleep) 

He smiled at me, with jagged teeth.

He stared at me, with wide, bruised eyes.

And then, he whispered to me.

(My name is J.M Bean, and I am called the Undertaker)

Father was in the hall, 

Talking in low tones to Mother.

The candles flickered

(Fast, then slow)

Of course he is here for me.

Mother and Father are silent now. 

The candles are still.

And I follow the smell of death,

(Emanating from my guide) 

Down, down, down

To the Undertakers lair.