Walking the graveyard at the darkest of night
The sound of silence, in my empty soul theres no fright
Looking at the names edged in stone
Hunting for the nameless alone
The fog crawling over the ground
I find that wich they say can't be found
Nealing down, my hands placed on the slate
I lay heavy at the head, not knowing my fait
Watching the clouds hideing the moon
I wonder could this be my tomb
u were right i luv this poem! it's really good dark, sensitive, compleatly rawk awesum lol but anyways good work you've got talentXD
Watching the clouds hideing the moon I wonder could this be my tomb great lines to an amazing ending my friend. you rhymed very well in this. very cool poem. good job. Becca
in my mind as I read this I see a vampire searching for a bed for the day...but that's just me...great poem here
hey this is a good one.....plz with due regards u have made a few spelling mistakes which spoils the fun..........keep up the good work
Very good poem I loved the element of surprise in the end. Very creative.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very interesting. great job.