Walk Turned Nightmare

Many stories we do not tell.....
For this one it's time to spill,
Where painted rocks do lay still, 
Where memories are all that fill,
Where the dead are put to rest, you see,
If only a reality.

It's time to tell my story to you,
So listen carefully,
A day so bright and warm,
With winds so soft an calm,
How perfect it may have seemed.

On this very day we did plan,
To come and visit with you two,
For it had been so long ago,
Since last time we spoke to you.

Do not ask my why so long?
Please just sit there patiently,
As you listen carefully.

As we sat and shared with you,
Of memories throughout the years,
A reminder has become a stray,
To why we do not visit you,
For evil lurks the ground you lay.

A gust of wind so suddenly,
The ground shook so rapidly,
As laughter filled the air in streams,
No this is not a dream.

Most of you would have ran by now,
Instead we chose to stand our ground,
As we listened to that sound,
For we truly love a mystery.

As we walked the grounds to seek,
A sudden shock came to be,
As she appeared behind the scene,
A women who was wise in age,
We didn't find it very strange,
Until she vanished without a trace,
As laughter filled the air.

As we seek the grounds once more,
We stumbled upon a tree,
With twisted branches that were bowed,
A very wicked tree it seemed,
For down below there laid a crypt,
One that has been there for centuries,
As we stand there memorized,
Laughter filled the air once more.

As we listened carefully,
To the laughter from the tree,
As if it was a ploy,
To keep us so desperately,
For what had followed next,
Surely made us run.

Sounds of chains a rattling,
Filled the air this time,
As if a beast laid there,
To guard the tomb below the tree.

I think we woke the beast,
For which we heard a growl,
I think it's time to leave,
Not before we heard a crack,
That split the tomb in half,
I think we set it free.