-Graveyard Grief-
The smoke covers the icky ground,
this is the place where the dead must lounge.
Words written on blocks of stone,
the priests they speak with a faltering tone.
At day the lands are quite the scene.
At night the lands can get pretty mean.
The living are found crying over a loved one,
the dead are grieved over the life they won.
Many have cried and grieved in this land,
so many, that even The Rock couldn't have manned.
Sadness and sorrow lurk at every corner,
"I love you" says the little girl mourner.
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Dark Poems
Mystery / ThrillerNew poems are updated randomly. I will try to get one new poem up every week. Hope you enjoy!