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.

 

 

WALK TALL

 

THE DEAD will rise soon.

The birds know the score.

They rise in the night

To take blood and more.

 

The winds will blow hard.

THE DEAD will walk tall.

The waves will rise high.

No one left at all.

 

We can run and hide.

Yellow through and through.

We can stand and fight.

Are you with me too?

 

We decide right now

What our plight will be.

I don’t want to die

Or washed out to sea.

 

Wolf approaches first.

Beast in beauty form.

Takes me in his arms.

Time for us to mourn.

 

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SHINE IN THE DARK

Wait for the night.

The moon’s fall.

The sun’s retreat.

The Dead’s time.

To bask in the shadows.

To shine in the dark.

From inside mausoleums.

From below the earth.

Shine for me.

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

Who walks the night?
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I can see dark shadows lurking.
Eerie lights flickering near the tombstones.
Too much activity for a place of death.
Too many shadows for a few headstones.

Who walks the night?
Night should be a time for reflection.
A time for silence.
When you could hear your own thoughts.
Your own heart pounding.
Not a time for dark shadows and footsteps.

Who walks the night?
The Dead do.
They wait for the moonlight.
They wait for the darkness.
Then they appear in all their glory.
Keepers of the night.
Phantoms of the night.

Who walks the night?
Not us anymore.
For soon we will be the next victims.
The next to fall prey to The Dead.
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I hear footsteps.
Moving closer.

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A PERFECT NIGHT

A nice night.

A perfect night for a walk.

The moon is shining.

The stars are twinkling.

The graveyard is eerie.

What?

There’s a mist weaving

through the graves.

A whistling sound in the air.

Followed by a cold wind.

What’s happening?

There are figures standing up.

They are rising from the graves.

And they all seem to be looking

at me.

Why?

They are now walking

toward me.

Time to end my walk.

They’ve surrounded me.

How did they move so fast?

They are transparent.

I can see through them.

A dark figure is standing

behind them.

A figure that isn’t transparent.

With a knife in his hand.

Time to run.

Too late.

A not so perfect night.

RAISE THE DEAD