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the graveyard (night horrors)

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