Ancient Graves Beneath the Moon Poem

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In the moon's pale glow, a cemetery lies,
Where tombstones rise towards the skies,
A solemn place, shrouded in mist,
Whispers of the past, forever kissed.
With weathered stones and names long gone,
Each grave tells a tale, a story drawn,
Of lives once lived, now laid to rest,
A hallowed ground, where time's caressed.
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,
Lies the history of memories,
Of souls departed, forever sleeping,
In this sepulcher, silently keeping.
A peaceful haven, for the dearly departed,
Where time stands still, and sorrows parted,
As nature weaves its quiet spell,
In this old cemetery, where stories dwell.
The moonlight casts a spectral glow,
On crosses, angels, in graceful row,
A haunting beauty, a serene gloom,
In this old cemetery, where mysteries loom.