Under the Graveyard
In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
Beneath the earth, where secrets swell,
The echoes of a haunted past,
In silent tombs, we breathe at last.
A restless heart in graves confined,
With memories tethered, forever intertwined,
Lost souls wander, seeking their peace,
In the stillness where the shadows cease.
The moonlight spills on weathered stone,
Each name a tale, a life once known,
With every breath, the darkness sings,
Of love and loss, of broken wings.
Chained to the night, we dance with dread,
In the mysteries, where the living fear to tread,
The graveyard's sigh, a gentle call,
A reminder that we’re bound to fall.
Yet here we stand, beneath the sky,
With dreams that linger, though we may die,
Under the graveyard, we find our way,
In the embrace of night, till the break of day.
So raise a glass to those who roam,
In shadows deep, they’ve found a home,
For in the silence, we hear their song,
Under the graveyard, where we all belong.