WALK THE NIGHT

 

 

Through the darkness.

Through the cemetery.

Through the deserted streets.

We walk the night.

 

In the dead of night.

In the moon’s glow.

In the dark shadows.

We walk the night.

 

Come close.

Come with us.

Come tonight.

As we walk the night.

 

THE DEAD GAME

WE’RE HERE

WE’RE HERE
A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my buddy.
The stars keep me company.
“Who goes there?”
I hear in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?
Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist...

 

WE’RE HERE

A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my best buddy.
Shining stars to keep me company.

“Who goes there?”
A voice calls in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?

Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist moves.
It parts, and I can see—

What is that?
Skeletons are rising from graves.
And I can hear the music.
They are dancing to the beat.

Skulls are swiveling.
Bony feet are tapping.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?

A WALK IN THE CEMETERY

The Valley Cemetery | GarettPhotography

 

A walk in the cemetery.

Not the right place to be merry.

Dark shadows creep in

As dark as their sin.

Wings flap around me.

I’m cold as can be.

A brief tap on my shoulder.

I run to the boulder.

“No one is here,”

I say in fear.

But footsteps, I do hear

Echo as they draw near.

“Oh no, they have found me.”

A fresh grave waits for me.

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

My Mind

The nightmare of my mind

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night,

No visitors or intruders.

Graves mark the spots

Where life once stood.

Now all that is​ left

Are dark shadows.

Shadows drifting across

The empty space of my mind.

SHY CEMETERY

A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.

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A cemetery so shy

the dead and gone pass it by.

The graves hide in shame

from its silly name.

No mausoleums to grace it,

or fine tombstones to enhance it.

Please stay away from here.

The dead don’t want you near.

 

 

MAUSOLEUM

Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography

Evil waits for you and me.

Beneath the tall cypress tree.

It comes in the dark of night.

Won’t leave without a good fright.

The mausoleum is dark.

We only came on a lark.

Time for us to run and go.

The wind says, “I don’t think so.”

THE DEAD GAME

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