by Psychosis

Created on: August 04, 2011

Moonlight splashed across a lonely hill.

Headstones scattered abroad,

like jagged teeth.

Dead trees,

with twisted fingers,

reaching to a cloudless sky.

Whispers of ancient deeds,

long forgotten.

Tales of tragedies,

and what could have been.

The raven rested,

atop a silhouetted monument.

Diligently watching,

and secretly knowing,

without telling.

A gently breeze,

ruffles feathers,

and carries the moans

of tortured souls.

Sentenced to eternity,

either good or bad,

awaiting their sentence.

Visitors infrequent.

Time heals too fast,

the dead are lonely.

Broken hearts,

with too much time to think.

Just another graveyard,

but the scenario is the same.

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