Today I visited the cemetery.
Its broken gates just called to me.
And as I passed beneath its arch, a shadow fell across my heart.

My feet along the gravel path, the only sound save for the wind.
The fallen graves and broken tombs, unreadable plots, stained with sin.

A chime on a tree tolls morbidly,
As I walk the sea of graves.
This keeper's crypt, so desolate,
From my living flesh, the blood does slip,
Witnesses only those of the spirits of those who are lost, forsaken, and
disarrayed.

The sun will rise, and other living will come,
They cannot seem to bear separation from their lost loved ones,
And as I walk forgotten graves,
An unperturbed child runs by in his play.
He stops in wake of my silent feet,
And he pauses to study me.

'Why are you here all alone?'
I tell him that I have no place to call home.
'Where is your family?' he continues with a frown,
And I tell him all he needs to do is look around.
'Are you a ghost?' he asks softly,
And I remain silent, raising my eyes to him blankly.
'No, you are alive.' He says happily.
'You are just sad, lost and lonely. And that is why I can talk to you,
for not many can see me, as I can see you.'

'Now listen to me, and listen well, in death's shadow do not
dwell. For if you do, your life will waste, and any such happening is a
disgrace. Do not lose yourself, but at least glance at the sun, and you will
be glad when the day is done. And when you feel like life is through,
remember, there are those who are lost like you.'

And as I watched, he faded from sight,
Like a shadow into the night.

And I passed back under the archway, into the sun,
Most likely to return, but not as the same,
For it's not everyday you receive a visit from beyond the grave.

 
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