Cemetery at night…
Cold and brisk,
Headstones rise up
Outta the mist.

Dead soldiers in their graves,
From wars of another day.

You dare not step on the oldest of graves.
For fear…
The dead do not want you here.

The peaceful dead give you the creeps.
The ruckus of the living is what you seek.

Yonder lies the living gate.
Your time to lie beneath these leaves,
Awaits you there… beyond the gate.