The Mourning Path - St Louis Cemetery No 2

A tattered Calico traverses the crumbling corridor dissecting a row of dilapidated sacred structures, each uniquely indistinguishable from the next. The wind carries an eerie refrain as it whistles through the splintered stones, white-washed to harbor their degeneration. There's a fragrant stench of wilted petals lying dormant in stagnant waste. This potpourri of nature's compost resonates from the marred receptacles lining this mourning path. Picket shadows serve no comfort from the unbearable fervor as it bakes these palaces of the deceased. Irreverent voyagers marvel at its spectacle, congregating within the blighted vestibules, ignoring the pleas of sacrilege, all to capture images for their own posterity. Exit this city of the dead, allow the mourners their serenity due. Bestow the departed their wanted peace and leave them to their gentle rest.