graveyard men - poem
#3 of poetry collection
Poem no. 3
They say they meet in graveyards where the leaves crunch and crumble
where the men meet under the moonlight rumored has it to drink and mumble
Down the sidewalk they'll come
Paving their path in groups
treading along the walk, footsteps heavy in their boots
Through the gaping fence you'll see them and from the bushes you'll peep
They'll whisper secrets in the dark and not a word from your lips you'll speak
To their sounds you will listen carefully but do not hope to catch what is not meant to be heard
For what dares to lurk with the graveyards night are dark dangerous and disturbed