The Old Spooky Graveyard Poem

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The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place of mystery,
Where shadows lurk, and whispers whisper eerily,
Tombstones weathered, with names long gone,
A haunted place, as night draws on.
Moonlight filters, through branches bare,
Casting eerie shadows, in the misty air,
Ghostly apparitions, a spectral sight,
A haunting scene, in the pale moonlight.
Whispers echo, among the graves,
Of souls departed, with stories to pave,
Legends of old, and tales untold,
In The Old Spooky Graveyard, mysteries unfold.
Leaves rustle, with a ghostly sound,
As if the spirits themselves are around,
A chill in the air, a shiver down the spine,
In The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place divine.
But as the dawn breaks, and night gives way,
The Old Spooky Graveyard, in the light of day,
Becomes a peaceful resting place,
Where memories linger, with grace.
A reminder of those who came before,
Whose stories live on, forevermore,
The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place of reverence,
A timeless testament, to life's impermanence.