A Grave Danger, Of Fear. Poem by Michael Gale
A Grave Danger, Of Fear.
Markers, crosses, Saints adore....
Tomb stones fore shadow, the dead some more.
Every where i look, shadows glare...
Eyes a'glow, yet- seem to stare.
Chilly night air enshrouds me dear...
Horror of death, seems real near.
Tree limbs move and sway afar....
Impel my heart, a screaming, fear filled scar.
Lightening thunders, between, mine ears...
Grave yard's grumbling's, fulfills my fears.
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