this is the first in a series of poems i called **night horrors**... it's basically a collection (like stories from the palais) but they're like horror poems or spooky ones. this is more in line with my usual depresso stuff so here ya go... i hope it gives you chills :) merry christmas, everyone!
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we'll call it
graveyard
the place where the
spirits
come alive
at night
in the hollows
between stones
still
and carved
likenesses
crafted from
marble
the moonlight
shimmers
over rocks
that mark
men
poor and
rich
alike
their
gold
not counting
for anything
they're all
beneath
the ground
a ghostly face
a howl
eerie
and distant
screams
you can hear
them
as if whoever
was buried alive
here
was reliving
her last moments
caskets
seem to
open
and souls
rise
not away to
heaven
but here to
haunt us
until the end of
time
the graveyard
here
is deadly
quiet
and that makes it
all the scarier
because you
know
from the movies
that whenever
it gets
so still
that you can
hear
your
heart
beating
there's something
standing
behind you