Night of the Dead
Night of the Dead
As the clouds unraveled the moon
The light shone through illuminating the altar
The dead rose through the graves
The woods seemingly alive from so many presences
Small beady eyes popped through the bushes
Curious as to what was going on
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The dead oblivious to them laughed and chatted once more
Stories, pleasantries, sorrows seemed tangible and
As slowly the moon took to herself and
The sunlight reached the sky,
The woods became silent for the
Night of the Dead
Came to an end.
