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.
she walks through the cemetery.