Echoes of the Dead

Standing at the cemetery gates
Unaware thy coming fate
A foreboding darkness from deep within
Deathly silence echoing

My presence here
Ritual summoning
These wraith-tree limbs
Are now whispering

Awaiting
Eerie, unseen, that harkens near
Resounding
Deathly silence all I hear
Enshrouded
Embracing bleak twilight sublime
I decay
Enraptured unto a coming night

Entombment profound - in stone I lay
Ensnared to hallowed ground to wither and decay
Enchanted within skeletal embrace
Forever enslaved unto this place

Within the graveyard
I shall stay
Bound by the dead
Whom guard the gates