Graveyard Night
 
A graveyard in the night.
Bats flying and deathly sounds.
Souls can't seem to find the light.
Graves---towering mounds.

Headstones turned over and moss growing.
No stars in the sky.
The wind softly blowing.
Making everything seem to sigh.

Everything looks dead.
Don't let the deathly graveyard kill you.
If you listen closely you can hear voices; something being said.
Why are you turning blue?

Cemetery vapors, mists and screams.
Makes children flee.
Gives you bad dreams.
Does no one see?

Souls out of tombs roaming around.
The dark breeze stinging the skin.
Under the moonlight you can hear a deathly sound.
You are in a state of sin.

White tomb covered in vines.
Trees towering over fences and gates.
Statues of crosses so evil can't cross lines.
Cemetery howls of names and fates.

Do you have the chills?
Flowers placed and souls dance.
Doesn't it give you thrills?
Lost and spreading the trance.

A graveyard night.
Ghosts and lost souls roaming about.
Makes children scream in fright.
Don't you hear the Angels shout?

2000-2001

This is a repost and I revised it for Starstruck13's Challenge Graveyard.
Pic was taken with my camera.

By Amara13

© 2008 Amara13 (All rights reserved)

 

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