I walk up an overgrown path
up to an iron gate
with hinges that are graced with rust
and bars that are scarred with age
the moon above is shining bright
overcast of clouds flow through the hills
hidden shadows creep upon me
distorting what I feel
darkened souls lie in a row
behind the wooden tomb that holds them down
I feel them all reach out for help
but their chance is long gone now
the ground feels as if it will move beneath me
as if hell is trying escape
a testament once again is written
deciet is all I taste
searching each stone as I walk alone
the wind eating at my soul
nothing left but painful stress
as I feel the evil grow
bats fly by as if giving chase
to something that cant be seen
filth creeps upon devine of the earth
turning them all unclean
as I slowly slide downward into darkness
a light shines through
showing me the other side
right then is when I knew
this must be what a ghost feels like......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow errie and creepy, I loved the imagery, Excelent penning Ray...