I Will Carve Your Headstone Unbeliever

A tall man stands beside an oversized tractor at the edge of the cornfield. Watches them all as the last groups of the night leave the haunted house and trail and hayride. I will carve your headstone unbeliever. It is a curious phrase that entered his mind from somewhere else, somewhere unknown but he likes the sound of it. The rain clouds continue to gather and he turns to head toward the lights of Edison.