The Cemetery
Happiness, life, sunshine this is not what the cemetery has. The cemetery is lifeless with no colors; it just stays the same, silent without people. Even the buried bodies, they have all decomposed until there are only bones. Not skin, only bones. This depressing place has no newly furnished benches, no grass. It has all been swept away by the haunting winds of the cemetery.
Dark. Stormy. Scary. This is what the cemetery does have. There is no day in the cemetery only pitch black clouds and never ending rain. The cemetery only has dusty tombstones with cobwebs. Nobody has been here in years. Nobody. The only creature that lives here are the crows, the sons of death. These vulgar creatures sit in decaying trees pecking on the bones of people and life itself. And if you listen closely you can hear the screech if an owl… if the cemetery doesn’t get you first.
