"The Village of the Dead"

Darkness came on quickly.

The path was not well-tread.

A whisper stopped my progress,

And filled my heart with dread.

I had taken a familiar road,

The one that led to home,

When Nature changed my course,

To a path where shadows roam.

Then Fall’s cold breath rushed by

And rustled leaves ahead.

And that was when I noticed

The silvery village of the dead.

Draped in misty curtains, 

Rows of granite peeking through,

Offering names in moonlight,

For the living to review.

I didn’t want to walk there,

That silent, crowded place,

But the whispering continued

And urged a quickened pace.

So as witnessed by the stars,

I walked among the plots,

As the residents were gathered,

For me to know their lots.

I was there to learn,

Not to counsel or to blame,

From all the specters’ tales,

That the ending is the same.

Reviews

[Resa]

Amazing use of words and consistent rythem.
Beautifully done! :)