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.