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The Graveyard: Tombstones and Bones

The Graveyard: Tombstones and Bones

Dark gray clouds of death and mournful blues

A cemetery filled with tombstones and bones
🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
Candles and roses are placed on headstones
🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦
Candles lit in honor of the dead
Lament of the dead; ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Ashes and bones: fire and smoke
⚱️☠️
A full moon glowing like a candle
A raven perched on a tombstone 🐦‍⬛🪦
The raven's shadow cast on a headstone
Shadow of death, black as the raven's feathers
Death watches over the tombstones under a candle of moonlight 🐦‍⬛🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🕯🌕

Ghastly moonlight of death and darkness
Ancient tombstones and bones
Winter chill of death blowing in the cemetery 
Ghosts haunting the graveyard
Tombstones of the dead - skeletons and bones: a somber reminder of life and death🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴
For someday we'll all be bones rotting in the graveyard

Bones and skeletons of life's grim fate
Bones that lie underneath a cold slab of stone 🪦
Tombstones and bones
🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
A haunted and spooky cemetery where the dead never sleep at night

Poem written by: Brett Strotman 📝 

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