Here In The Cemetery, Here In The Darkened Graves- A Poem
Here In the Cemetery, Here In The Darkened Graves
Beyond the shadowed trees,
Far beyond the cool fall breeze
Deep within the tombstones
Are secrets to be shown.
Reach before the graves
Are spirits stuck as slaves,
Screaming loud and out
The deepest loudest of shouts.
Old stories of histories and lore
Lay there on the land before
Dates from early to late
All end with the same o' fate.
Shivers down my spine
Of ancients in time
Chill me to the bone
Here in this cemetery I am not alone.
I want to run but to leave seems wrong
When they've been here for so long
Fear over takes me
Here in this cemetery.
They follow me out, grip my soul
Never wanting to let go
They want to stay
Never to go away
And a part of me does.
And a part of me does remain yet another slave
To these darkened graves
Here in these darkened graves.
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