a timeless place of the restless and fallen <br />watched over by unseeing angels <br />who cry heartless tears for the forgotten dead <br /> <br />here creeping ivy hungrily consumes all memories <br />hiding the past in natures own woven shroud <br />and the blue bells ring a mornful dirge <br />in rememberance of the abandonded and lost... <br /> <br />within this overgrown realm of nameless souls <br />deep beneth the crumbling symbols of our own mortality <br />they lie in rotting caskets all alone in the dark <br />their boney skulls silently screaming in dispair <br />as insects feast upon a morbid banquet <br />tormented ghosts resting in pieces....<br /><br />Peter Madden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-graveyard-12/
