This Cemetary
This cemetary is the place where I dwell,
somewhere in the middle, between heaven and hell.
I was laid here to rest for so many years.
I've seen so much madness, and many a tear.
I was burned as a warlock and then thrown in this grave.
Now, I roam this old graveyard as it's master, and slave.
No mortals can see me, I remain so alone.
This yard of the dead is the place I call home.
Cursed by my own hexes, shall I ever find rest?
Or, shall this dead ground be forever my nest?
My eyes have seen many rise up to the clouds.
Yet, for all of my deeds, I was never allowed.
So, I'll haunt this dark place for a million more nights,
and cause curious people a million more frights!
This cemetary is the place where I dwell.
Somewhere in the middle, between heaven and hell.
Timothy Daniel Harrison
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