Alone

Alone
By:Lucia Modestino

She walks through the cemetery,
wind blowing around her hair,
smell of smoke fills the air.

A wolf howls at the moon’s pale blue light,
shrieking sounds surround her,
there’s a skeleton laying to her right.

She turns her head to the ground,
a chill runs down her spine,
she sees blood, color of red wine.

In the night’s dark sky,
she looks up
to see ravens fly.

Cold air fills the night
giving a sense of fright.
Alone,

she walks through the cemetery.

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