A Place of Stones

Tucked away in The corner of a small town Or large city Stands a place of stones A resting place for some Visiting place for others Not being a popular site to visit The stones stand tall Stark erect The full sun of day Fails to soften Their surfaces appearing To all who come Just a marker Where underneath their Loved ones lie Though seeming this way Non caring Just a slab of stone Beware on the witching hour They appear to come alive Towering over the ones in their care The moonlight softens them They become spirals of Shimmering starlight quietly Tenderly keeping watch Over all who lie within This place of stones