Beneith an iron arch,through the rusty iron gates pared by the wind.I step forth into a garden stone.Down the cobbled stoned paths,I walk amidst in darkness into the realm of the dead.With its flickering frame,my lantern glows upon the chisselled stones and tombs of those for whom I did not know as I seek out the one I did.Pale moon rising in the midst of dark & hazy clouds in a starless sky,as the chilling cold winds of a mid autums night flow switfly across this hallowed ground.Through the bearen trees they blow,swaying & crackling,their limbs flail about in its gusty winds,like wind chimes in the cool night air.Through each break in the clouds,the moons light silohouettes them their berrin limbs,like skeletal shadow puppets,with every gust of wind,their figures so breifly appear to dance,as they frolick about to the sounds of natures autum song.Spirits wonder about,restless all around me.Slightly fearful of my presence I am soon attent to the curiousity of one faint and drury,grayish white silohouette before me,that of an apparition ,cautiously he approached,timid as he neared,soon come to pass quickly fading into the looming fog.Though I am not dead I dare not walk these hallowed grounds in mortal form,fore it is said of lore,the living shall not walk amidst the realm of the dead in the night,to do so is trespass on sarcred ground.I walk amongst them shrouded in spirit as I seek the final resting place of a dear friend who left this world much to soon.In the flickering flame of a my lantern glow,I come upon the headstone of one adorned by his name,the tomb of a my dear old friend,god rest his weary soul,a breif silence,pray to thee,a call to that of one I come to pay my due respects.My old friend I bring with me a fine brew,that of which we shared a many a drink and nany good times.So fitting it to be this the night of all hallows eve,I come to join you for a drink.Toast to thee,time,friends and family,to the ones we loved,the loves we lost,to life we lived.My friend there was much I never got to say to you in the living years for that I now must wait to say,til we meet again come my dying day.We never say goodbye and still till this day,I can not bring myself to say.I am lost between realms of the living and that of the dead.As though a ghost in this shell of man that is me.A sence as though I died on that day,my body intombed benieth my feet.That it is you standing here at my grave speaking of these words I speak to you.Am I really shrouded in spirit walking these hallowed grounds among the dead or is this you? Am I the lost soul you sought this night of All Hallows Eve?
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 21:49:53 +0000
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