And the Cemetery Was
And the cemetery was gloomy and eerie
As the fog rolled in draping over the tall headstones
If you listen close you could here the moans
Of the dead souls all in different tones
Night comes quickly and there is a full moon tonight
All of this is starting to give me a freight
All of this on a Halloween night
The dead leaves are falling to the ground
And as I step onto them
They make all kinds of sounds
I look to the left and look to the right
And I trip over some grave site
I slowly rise to my feet
And can not believe what I can read
Its my own name engraved in stone
So I shake my head and look again
And then a man stands before me with a grin
I scream and stand there in fear
He smacks me over my head with a shovel
And I fall down like a shot deer
The man even sits down and cracks open a beer
I finally come too and I am all alone
Buried beneath my headstone
5/20/16
Copyright © Shawn Daniels | Year Posted 2016
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