Graveyard
I remember as a kid
some of the crazy things we did.
We climbed up trees and skinned our knees.
with our youthful expertise.
We were no angels, just insane.
We held adults in full disdain.
We were crazy kids, it's true;
until we were the adults too!
For just a dare and just a lark
in the graveyard after dark;
we walked through the cemetery
full of ghosts and very scary.
We entered in those double gates,
no fences climbed, for my playmates
had double dared me to go in.
I shook a bit to my chagrin.
The moonlight wasn't bright enough
and going in was pretty tough.
I heard the sound of many rats
I swear I saw vampire bats.
The statues were quite eerie
and already I was weary.
The headstones were old and didn't show
the names written on them long ago.
The old white tomb was very stained
by what few flowers still remained.
With vines that drooped from old neglect
it seemed like total disrespect.
Even the crosses in their rows
were neglected for it shows.
We were surrounded by these tombs;
fear filled the air with it's perfumes.
These vapours held the stench of Hell
Oh man! You should have heard us yell!
our voices echoed in the mists...
oh yes, oh yes, the fear persists.
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Starstruck13 private challenge Graveyard
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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