Least Read Poems About Graveyard

Purge  of  light  is  complete
Lurid  shadows  of  living  corruption
vex  the  earth  and  sky
crippling  prayer  of  escape

Nameless  tombstones
scarred  by  Eons  abuse
rise  through  rock  in  a  long
grating  growl
answering  the  Moon’s  howl

Rotting  flesh
sends  gaging  odor  as
the  perfume  of  the  damned
through  veins  of  dirt

in  quest
of  the  sneer  you  wear
upon  trembling  lips

Hideous  horned  beasts
paw  beneath  the  earth  disturbed
Upwards  they  dig ...

Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill

O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls

The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep

The rites thou...

Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.

He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment.  The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.

So did our Mom. The entire family was like that.  He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...