Grave Curiosity
Fog so dense,
within iron fence,
hides bloody scenes
from curious teens.
Righteous souls,
this place can't hold,
but evils loom
in graveyard doom.
Angel's death
brought them to rest.
Bodies bound
in hallowed ground.
Spirits rise
neath moonlit skies.
A phantom chill
in midnight still.
They feed on fear
and salt of tear.
From the mist,
a ghostly kiss.
Boneless fingers;
touch that lingers
up the spine
Creep to the mind.
Dare to roam
through chiseled stone,
with no escape;
they've locked the gate.
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
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