The Graveyard
The graveyard of the dead
The dirt coils and warms the bodies in the ground
The tombstones stand above the ground
Marking where the dead lay
The grimm graveyard moans with despair
The black metal gates shriek with horror
As the wind screams as it dances around the tombs
The graveyard of the dead
appears deserted
With evil trees that lurk in the shadow
The wind whispers rumors of the graveyard
Where darkness and death had conquered light and birth
The grimm graveyard moans with despair
The black metal gates shriek in horror
As the wind screams as it dances around the tombs
The graveyard of the dead,
Awakes the corpses from the ground
The corpses, risen from the ground, cold and grotesque
trudge to the trees that are begging for water
And shamble past the haunted trees
The grimm graveyard moans with despair
The black metal gates shriek with horror
As the wind screams as it dances around the tombs.
Copyright © Xiamara Parthenopaeus | Year Posted 2015
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