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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the night I’ve heard them whispering, Echoing voices carried upon the breezes of the softened Winds, the detached, disembodied begging for helps Resolve. Within the rustling leaves of fall, a crispness of winters Chilling breathes stinging and biting, at the last of the Summer winds undertow, here in tombstones alley The season of the dead begins, and the restless Stir within. Interments holding cells for the departed deceased, Graveyard prisons with skeletal inmates rattling Against their ethereal cages, like wild animals Clinging to the dream of freedom beyond. In Isolation's torture chambers beneath this Cold hard ground, these spiritual beasts Scream in a howling’s roar, we are here!! A teasing flickering light, is the power lord of Christ, As its white a glow, dances on the ferried edges along this Graveyard of the dead, for this is the valley Of the dammed, the forgotten, the unforgiving, Those without remorse’s salvation. Cold gray numbered stones, with no names reprieve, Remain the only markers left behind them, These the criminal insane, driven in life to destroy, Now even in death they shall find no peace. For the souls of the innocent patrol here, The guardians of the faithful, the sentinels Of God, stalking within the shadows, spiritual walkers The gate keepers of light, shutting out the darkness Of hell, by padlocking the iron gates to its entry Deadened zone. In the night I’ve heard them whispering, Echoing voices carried upon the breezes of the softened Winds, the detached, disembodied begging for helps Resolve. Within the rustling leaves of fall, a crispness of winters Chilling breathes stinging and biting, at the last of the Summer winds undertow, here in tombstones alley The season of the dead begins, and the restless Stir within. Beware the ghost whisper whom treads on this Unholy ground, for your footings step is unleveled, You’ve been tricked my friend dare not turn around, Leave this place of evil, and resist the lord’s pray, And get out right now, for you know not what You may disturb!!! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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