Half hidden in a graveyard
the orb in the sky smoky bright
doesn't emit heat
In the blackness of a stew
Where the dead and living
creatures stir
and the sunbeam pieces through
In a tombstone green and crooked
Its faded legend gone
And left is
one rain worn cherubs head
To bring out the unknown
when the dusk is falling
Silence broods so deep
every wind that breathes
Blows from the fields of sleep
Day breaks in heedless beauty
Kindling each drop of dew
But shadows dwell
Beneath this lonely gloom
the lost and faded cry
Shadows prowl
underneath a full moon glow
Vapors, ghostly white
go bump in the cemetery
soaks up the entire
bone chilled air
like a sponge,