A Night in the Graveyard
By Destini Beckham
In the graveyard
mist abounds
on every surface
there is no hallow ground.
Light flickers in
quick and dim
on little candlesticks
creating little patches in the mist.
But a cool wind
blows from over the bend
extinguishing the light from the candlesticks
the mist is suffocating and thick.
The groans from the damned
echoes across the land
accompanied by ghoulish hands
sticking out of the sand.
Run like the wind
to the entrance tall and thin
pray that you'll make it
before a ghoul does you in.
Shut the metal door
loud and old
pretend you don't see your gravestone
right beside the door.
Author Bio
Destini is a recent graduate from the University of Evansville, with a bachelor's degree in creative writing. She has a passion for writing poetry and short stories from diverse genres and had a short nature poem “Time of Colors” published in the book Together by The America Library of Poetry when she was a senior in high school. Through her work, she wishes to inspire others to not only create artwork of their very own, but also to become better individuals to themselves and to others. Her goal is to one day publish a book of her very own.
This piece was written during the author's Junior year of college, during an Intro to Poetry class.