The eerie atmosphere
Engulfs broken graves.
Death has left
This place long
Ago.
His cloak, left
Draped over the
Sky.

Moans once haunted
The shallow graves.
Now silence remains.
Lost souls roam
With no guidance.


A figure bursts
Through the darkness.
Flowing hair forms
Around her body
Like golden wings.

Steady footsteps reach
A tree, limbs reaching
For a savior.
A gentle hand
Caresses the rough
Skin.

Light pours down,
Arms stretch out.
A letter, placed
Within the reaching
Arms.

The figure leaves.
Light swallows the tree
It explodes.
Darkness shatters.
Souls smile.

They have been
Known, heard.