The Graveyard

I stand in the graveyard,

The sun goes down,

I hear the tree's creaking,

Why, I do not know.

I stand in the graveyard,

Faded shapes appear,

Tingles spread down my back,

The cat yowls.

I stand in the graveyard,

Where all foul apparitions should come,

Shaded figures should appear,

The story books were right.

I run through the graveyard,

Hiding from my fears,

I thought it wasn't real,

Now I know it is.