The sky above was moonless

With the stars blinking on me.

I walked in the eerie stillness

Amidst beings my eye couldn’t see.

With a gentle rustle of dry leaves,

A whispering breeze brews up.

Brushing past, it’s chilness leaves

My senses all screwed up.

Past a marble tomb on the right,

And a tiding ground ahead,

Crunching gravel and poor sight

Gets my heart flustered.

The silence of the hosts of night

In the ghostly hours of day.

A vine ran up close and tight

Keeping a tomb from falling away.

With cracking stones beneath the feet

Silence ringing inside the ears.

Dried roses that once smelled sweet,

Lay untouched for many years.

With the silent eyes shadowing around

Through the broken, crumbling graves,

In the moist stench and the barren ground

Even tested braveness fails.

A rodent scurring across my track

Stops me still, right in my way;

A feel of someone behind my back,

But turning to look, I wouldn’t- nay!

Leaving behind (atlast!) the spooky yard-

Stirs up some mysterious sorrow;

For the victims of ruthless diregard

Of the land with no tomorrow.