The call came at 3.00 am to the North Road Cemetery at Nailsworth
It seemed that the locals had heard youths yelling for all their worth
So we went down to the access road and looked around for them
But they had left and we checked each to ensure no damage in the end
We were there about and hour and the moon rose high above on show
And we prepared to leave the cemetery when we saw down the row
There were two headstones glowing in the night casting an eerie light
Some say it's supernatural but some say it's the moon reflecting at night.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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