Sunday 6 December 2015












Grave Yard

an eerie place,
the grave yard
ghosts walk by night
visiting their friends
scaring off the living
it is an awesome sight...

the massive yew tree
hides the moon from sight
mist swirls all around
there`s a chill in the air
and a howl in the breeze
it`s such a sad sound....

slanted head stones
covered in thick moss
hidden in the shade
watch over by an owl
screeching through the night
until the moon doth fade

the departed rest
in this grave yard here
for eternity
this eerie place
an interesting spot
it holds no fears for me


© Lissie Poems 2014.
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