Whispers Amongst the Tombstones

In the stillness of the moon's soft glow,

Where the tombstones stand in silent row,

The graveyard's mournful serenade begins to play,

A haunting melody at the end of day.

Beneath the weeping willow's somber shade,

Where memories of the lost are laid,

The night wind whispers secrets to the stones,

And in their shadows, sorrow's chorus drones.

Each grave a verse in this melancholy song,

Where hearts once danced, now silenced, gone,

The earth, a keeper of tales untold,

In the graveyard's embrace, the stories unfold.

Beneath the stars that flicker high above,

The spirits sigh, lost in eternal love,

Their voices linger in the midnight air,

A solemn hymn, a whispered prayer.

In the graveyard's mournful serenade,

The living and the dead are gently swayed,

For in this sacred ground, we all must find,

A place where solace meets the heart's entwined.

As night descends, the sorrow grows,

Yet in this darkness, a beauty shows,

For even in death's somber parade,

There's a certain peace in the graveyard's serenade.