Among the Graves Where Silence Reigns

Among the Graves Where Silence Reigns

Amidst the graves where silence reigns,
you shatter chains, ignore the pains.
No ghosts of sorrow haunt your stride,
you laugh as darkened fears collide.

Where shadows fall, you take your stand,
unfazed by death’s cold, ghostly hand.
With every crypt and tombstone bare,
your spirit bursts beyond despair.

In graveyards deep where echoes fade,
you dance in moonlight, unafraid.
The dead may rest, but you won’t cease
to break the bonds and find your peace.

When specters moan and spectres creep,
you challenge fate, your will’s not cheap.
The silence thick, the night’s own snare,
can’t shackle you, nor cloak your flare.

Beneath the sky where shadows play,
you chart a course through cold decay.
Your courage shines through spectral gloom,
and mocks the darkness of the tomb.

Among the graves where silence reigns,
your spirit breaks unyielding chains.
No shroud of night or ghostly tale
can halt your march, or make you pale.