Hallowed Ground

A little bit of a depressing poem, but it was the first poem I wrote in my poetry class and I was proud of it...

Rain filled clouds lick the blackberry sky.
The mournful voice of the wind seduces the trees into a melodic dance of death,
Sorrow hisses, curls, and writhes over the blood soaked ground;
The needle of grief has pricked another mother's heart.
A soul and a body sit conversing over a cliff,
Commenting on the weather.
The soul has one foot in Hell, while the body digs deep into the earth.
The smells, the tastes, the music, the wine,
True feeling covered, after all it is a masquerade.
This day,
How hypnotically you play your tune.