Alone in the Cemetery

Darla Cooke on Jun 24, 2009

Tags: cemetery, Evil Presence, headstone, moonlight, Tombstones

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Scary sensations.

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Out here in the cemetery,

the night is very frightening.

I can sense an evil presence,

as I roam here all alone.

Chills course down my spine,

as a growl sounds in the darkness.

I weave among the tombstones,

wishing I were anywhere but here.

Is the moonlight playing tricks,

or are these sensations all real?

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Comments (14)

Kairos on Jun 24, 2009
O Darla, you seemed to be in a halloween mood…
rajeev bhargava on Jun 24, 2009
a very creepy poem. i enjoyed reading it ALOT. thanks for sharing!!
Milton H Peebles III on Jun 24, 2009
I remember a night in the grave yard. I was fine, until I tripped and fell on my face.
ken bultman on Jun 24, 2009
They’re real.
goodselfme on Jun 24, 2009
great imagery.
scout on Jun 24, 2009
A nice piece of imagery Darla,spooky.
Deep Blue on Jun 24, 2009
Nice idea. The cemetery is really one silent place to reflect.
STEVE666 on Jun 24, 2009
There’s vampires in them grave-yards, Darla!
stumbleuponwriter on Jun 24, 2009
It is indeed such a lonely feeling whenever one is in a grave yard. Gives me the chills too at times..thanks for sharing, Darla..
chanbox on Jun 24, 2009
Eerie. accurate. Love it
Lesanndra on Jun 25, 2009
nice atmosphere…chilly
kate smedley on Jun 25, 2009
Scary poem, not the place to be in the dark!
HAhA on Jun 25, 2009
What utter drivel
Francy on Jun 25, 2009
well done.
Thanks for sharing.

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