I n A country graves yard
Midnight to first morning light,
Scared feeling censations,
Perhaps mind imaginations
From fright fear,
As grave side shadows did come to appear.

Whistling wind low flying bats,
Graves running over in horrible rats,
There standing in a man made statue stone
Stirred me through wind strong gale
Eyes blood red all so living real,

Ghost like reflections in the burial park
Then disappearing leaving me in the dark,
it seems i was not welcome
By this other so hidden world,
At least that was my very word,

No sooner those words i spoken
Morning light come broken,
And all going on in the grave yard park,
Disappeared when leaving the dark,

Whistling wind did cease,
As grave yard fell to resting peace,
The statue stone again just a monumental piece,
Early bird out singing
I glad to hear our happy living,
But for my own disbelief
Of spirits there abouts,
My thoughts still with in my doubts.

Nice.

I love graveyards

Nice one