As I walk through the graveyard, a chill in the air,
Whispers of shadows, it's a place of despair.
Tombstones stand tall, marking lives once lived,
A haunting reminder of what death can give.

The moon casts an eerie glow, lighting my way,
Footsteps echo softly, as I cautiously stray.
A symphony of silence, broken by the wind's moan,
In this realm of darkness, I feel so alone.

Ghosts of the past, they dance in the mist,
Their ethereal presence, impossible to resist.
Their stories...