Among the Graves of Yesteryears

Among the Graves of Yesteryears

Among the graves of yesteryears,
you strut with shadows on your heels,
dismiss your doubts, you’ve no more fears.
The tombstones whisper ancient deals.

Where once you faltered, now you dance.
Each specter’s moan a dark romance,
you waltz through terror, never sway,
dismiss your doubts, you’ve no more fears.

In moonlight’s grip, the dead improve
their chilling tales with smirks so sly.
They guard their secrets, none advance,
you stride with confidence through the sound.

The chill of death becomes your lance,
against the dark, you forge ahead.
The ghosts that murmur, still improve
your will to conquer all that lies.

Among the graves of yesteryears,
they tremble, knowing you’ll defy
their cryptic call with steady grace.
Your triumph’s carved in moonlight’s sigh,
the grave’s embrace you do outlast.
Dismiss your doubts, you’ve no more fears.