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Night of the Dead

Just sudden impulses to write and express be it bad or good.

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

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.

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