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.

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THE MOON AT NIGHT

THE MOON<br /> It holds many secrets.<br /> What does it see as it shines at night?<br /> Does it see the good of man or the bad?<br /> Or maybe a little of both.

THE MOON
It holds many secrets.
What does it see as it shines at night?
Does it see the good of man or the bad?
Or maybe a little of both.