I went walking through the graveyard
One dark and stormy night,
I didn't like being there
It filled me with such fright.
I hurriedly walked passed the grave stones
Some were left knocked over and broken,
I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up
My ears sensitive to whispering words being spoken.
Graveyards have always spooked me
Since I was a young child,
Remembering the open graves with coffins
Along the sides, dirt was piled.
I never carried a flashlight with me
Even though, I wished now I had,
I walked passed a gravestone
And my pant leg was grabbed.
The grave was wide open
But no coffin was held within that hole,
Whispering words grew only louder
I hoped God, would save my scared soul.
I fell inside the six foot hole
But it never seemed to end,
Hell had found me and pulled me under
My body quickly did descend.
I never got to say my good-byes
To friends, nor family,
I knew right then and there
That God could not save me.
I was face to face with Satan himself
He rolled his eyes, to the back of his head,
Then, he let out a ear piercing laugh
Through this dark graveyard, my feet shouldn't have tread.
My soul was stolen from me
On this dark stormy night,
Another soul, walking through the fires of Hell
Satan's black heart, filled with such delight.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.1/2006
I first started off with zombies, being written on the page in my mind, but I felt that this, was more of an exciting write.
