by Schen Lael
All is silent, moon is above,
Stone hedges upright the ground.
Darkness engulfing the light,
Dead bodies and souls are bound.
Willow tree so old and big,
Dead branches clawed like hands.
Cascading over the league,
Of the cemetery grounds.
Black crow singing,
A statue of a Seraphim.
Black and gray mixed together,
Created the perfect hymn.
Piano keys being pounded,
Gust of wind strummed the lyre.
Dark clouds circling above,
Covering the moonlit sky.
Cold wind passes through you,
Caressing your delicate spine.
Fear slowly takes over,
Fear sweetens the blood like wine.
A graveyard of all those are dark,
A place for those who passed.
A bed for those who have sinned,
A location you cannot embark.
Step in and you shall be lost,
You will never be able to return.
For you have stumbled upon their land,
Foever forgotten, never found...
Graveyard by ~nilzenmate89
I wrote this while listening to midnight syndicate's "Graveyard"
Hope you like it
flames, critics and comments are always welcome!!
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"Schen's Little Yappy Corner"
Well as my title says, its nothing but just all YAPS!! (rants) lol!!! Uhmmm it says I need to give something about myself too..hmmm.. Well first of my name is Schen Lael (well its our secret, that's not my real name!! (>w<) ).. I love pengui