Descriptive Essay

Part I of Essay
I can hear the distant moans of a cold engine as it crawls up the frozen, black asphalt of the color-less cemetery road. I can see, in the distance, the faint yellow lights of the hearse, as it peers over the rolling humps of the road, and makes it’s way through the thick ....

Part II of Essay
.... or so above the tires, due to the strenuous weight of the beautiful silver coffin. A faint shiver whips through the chilled wind as the frozen handles of the coffin are reluctantly grasped by the eight men in black trousers with brilliant brass buttons. I watch without blinking, as the mysterious woman fallows the men in rhythmic step towards the grave yard. Sounds of marching and bristling leaves pass through my wind scorched ears. The coffin that is so gracefully carried is, in the same manner, placed on the taunt, yellow straps of th ....