A nite in the grave yard

A night in the graveyard…

The moon rises, hangs above the serrated mountains
Whose shadows forebodingly creep
Towards the graveyard to ascertain
In my desolate mind, fear is profound and deep
As the air goes cold and bitter
The ground is moist and dank…
As a few forlorn stars in the vast sky shimmer
As the air turns foggy and stank…
A wolf howls at the lunar splendour
The few leaves rustle in the midnight breeze
Under the cedar stare the smell is sour
To the undead it doth please
Half festered corpses rise arise from hellish lore
The air indeed was musty and rancid
Behind a tombstone I scurried and hid
The fog thickened and was on the rise
Everything was white around and above for my helpless eyes
My mind knew that they were near
What would they do what is to be feared?
But suddenly the fog begins to disappear and the air turns warm
The dead zombies no where to be seen, the sun comes out…its finally dawn
The first rays of sun in the morn
Helios’ chariot leaves darkness torn
Thanking the gods I leave the burial ground
But my tombstone no where to be found…


By
Viswanath