The graveyard

Twisted trees and billowing wind,
mark the site where souls have been,
floating around in unholy terror,
afraid to move on, but the ground could sever,
hauntingly beautiful the fog rolls in,
covering gravestones and bringing forth sin.


Vampires lurking round every corner,
anticipating the take of every blood's owner,
warlocks and witches gathering at the couldrine,
casting spells to bring others misfortune,
werewolfs thriving in the full moon,
chaseing down demons for dawn hails soon,
when light comes, theres not a soul in sight,
but be prepared for the next night.




11-4-09