I was inspired to write this poem whilst walking by a graveyard on my way home late in the night. I find they stir the soul of us all, as every headstone carries a story.
The Graveyard
As I walk within the graveyard,
the church clock strikes midnight hour,
Moonlit silhouettes of gargoyles,
glare upon me from the tower,
The looming cross upon the spire,
Casts upturned shadows on the land,
Giving rise to rootless spirits,
Beckoned by the devils hand,
The restless walk in limbo,
Shadows howl within the night,
Wandering lost amidst the headstones,
searching for that sacred light,
Amidst these tangled souls,
only headstones bare their names,
every night they walk this hour,
until the chimes begin to fade.
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