They call it the Altar of the Graveyard

Gorgeously haunting

Tragically reminiscing

Here’s to new memories

‘Till death do us part’ they chant,

But the bodies beneath differ;

Becoming one with the roots

And complete with another

All that entered knew they’d never return

They’d fall to the soil

Knees brown,

Face pale,

The candles ahead lighting

their demise enscribed on the tombstones

and written i...

I walked up the broken stairs, the dead and the Queen my only audience.

I could hear them whisper from their graves. Their bodies deep in the ground while their souls haunt the land.

The queen stood tall in a white dress. She was slightly translucent and had a very eerie presence.

It was no wonder people called Her the Ghost Queen.

I felt a flutter of panic in my chest, there was only one ...

The cool mist rises,

Blanketing the stones around me.

Stories which they tell....

There I was sitting at my mothers grave when I saw someone sitting just a few grave stones away so I stood up, walked over and I asked “hi how do you know this person?” Then all of sudden before she could answer we heard someone say “I live here now get out.” So of course we started running and running until we ended up at this diner so we went in to see if anyone could help us. But once we went ...

Abandoned I was. I feel like nothing kneeling here talking to you. Remember when you were wearing that white dress? You looked so pure and heavenly, full of life, something straight out of a movie screen with the sun embracing you. You told me how you felt, but I was too scared to accept it, too scared to risk losing the bond we had. I wish I could take it back, I wish that I had never uttered tho...

Bereaved lovers and children haunt the churchyard, the late summer evening casting a warm and gentle haze across old burials. Candlelight cuts through the low mist, bathing the graves in goldenness - every name, every date of birth and death raised in the solstice light. It is nights like this when Janya drifts among the headstones, murmuring their names aloud, softly touching some. It is not sen...

The mists covered the path, curling around tree roots and stones like a living being trying to reach out and grab my feet as I walked along. I could barely see the structures and figures in the distance through the dense fog and thick forests. My fur quivered in a wind that did not seem to exist, while I sniffed the air trying to determine what magic ruled this place. My quest started many moon...

I wished that I were dead

No really, I did

When life has kicked you in the ribs

One too many times

It’s easy to decide

You’ve had enough

Though the weight of responsibility

Keeps your death wish just that

A wish

Until

You wake up to a howlling

Like a symphony of mourners

In an eerie moonlit graveyard

Shrouded by the fog of night

All around you you see faces

Ghostly pale and translucent

An...

It’s quiet here, but screams echo in my ears.

The gardens are well tended. I wonder about the fertilizer.

How many of my hopes and dreams will end here, sprouting grass?

There are worse places to be. There is no tension, no anger, no pain or anguish. Anything that could have happened has happened already.

I regard the monuments, the inscriptions, the dates, the flowers and gifts left by mourne...

I am dead. Before you ask not in the brain eating zombie type of way. I am a ghost and cursed to be so until i “fulfill my unfished purpose”. Which at first sounds nice but the only problem is i don’t know my purpose. Therefore here we are. Stuck in this dirty, old graveyard. Where no one visits and no one even knows exists. This shithole is completely isolated from the outside world. On a tiny is...