With the madness of the world and the tragic day, the flurry of life and the adventures of struggle,throughout all of that one thing is certain, one thing will stay the same, the beauty of sun rise and sun set. Wherever you are in the world it is certain. Even if you don't appreciate the beauty, it will always be there. In the passing of days, the sleeping of nights it's easy to let it slip away. It will always return though, once in a while you notice it. Capturing it and feeling blessed for its colour pallette. Light to darkness it's prominent, darkness to light it's prominent. It's there at the beginning and the end of the day.
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Graveyard.
Death lurks everywhere, the moment you step inside your doomed. A creature waits for an innocent soul, waiting to pounce, waiting to destroy. Wait but nothing really is what it seems.
Through the day the graveyard hides the monsters that live within. The constant death prominent. Stones of memory. Stones which hold them.
No one ever dares to enter when it turns dark, they don't know what to expect. No one has ever exploited the unknown of the graveyard after Ten PM! Until now...
Her pulse rises, her head hazed as the drink takes it's course. Men grope at her, she laughs and dances, the night is well. Her birthday party, finally sixteen, too young to be out with such people.
It's only nine but she's had one drink too many, even though she is tumbling everywhere she still goes back to the bar for more. She looks far too old for her age.
She steps outside, something springs inside her, something within het commands her to move. She follows the pavement oblivious to where she is going.
The night darkens, the stars are the only lights alongside the random blinks of the tall street lights. The force pulls her to one place she stands wondering why she is standing in front of big rusted gates.
She knows what is kept behind these spider covered bars. The graveyard, she's a brave girl, scared of nothing. If anything she feels allured to the place, like every night. But this night she is actually entering.
With a hearty push the gate swings open with an annoying creak. The pavement is stoned, echoes are made as her heels clatter at her every step. She shortly gets annoyed and takes them off, throwing them aside.
She walks bare foot, the sky shines above her, she feels at peace, she feels bliss. How could a human feel such a thing in such a place?
The long pavement becomes narrow, the stones are in sight. She walks along slowly reading each one, fire flies dance around each one as if they were calling something or someone.
It isn't as scary as people think, it's peaceful and somewhat pretty, the fireflies follow her every step as if she was their queen.
A bench near a tree catches her eye, her legs suddenly feel num, a spell of dizziness tinkers at her head. She walks over, sitting down. Taking everything in, she begins to feel better.
Owls sit in the tree staring, the good night song of the mockingbird reaches out. She sits back and listens.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" A sudden voice makes her jump.
A man or what looks like a man is sitting beside her, he's not much older than she is. He is pale, transparent almost. Grey eyes with a sad smile, his silver tinted hair sticking in all directions. He has a big build but the way he is slouching makes him look small and fragile.
"Yeah it is, do you come here often?" She speaks over her nerves.
"Every night..." He says distantly staring at the ball of cheese in the sky.
"How come? Do you have a loved one buried here?" She asks curiously.
"I live here..." He doesn't meet her eyes, she doesn't get the hint and assumes he's a gate keeper.
"I don't usually come here..." She admits.
"I noticed, I would say this isn't the place for someone of your age but I'm here and I like it, although I can't leave, the only drawback of living in the graveyard." This time his eyes meet hers.
"What do you mean? Can't you just go through the gates, they aren't locked?"
He laughs, he reaches out for her hand. Instead of skin to skin contact his hand floats through hers, he's a ghost.
She smiles at him, she's not scared if anything she thinks he's beautiful. He looks at her with his eyes shimmering, his sad smile becomes happy.
This is everything she could ever want, she feels like she is herself in here and he looks awfully lonely.
"Can I join you? We can stay here forever together..." She asks, he smiles.
Fire flies surround her lifting from the ground, she floats and glows. They swish and flick against her until she black's out. She wakes up laying under a tree. She sits up, she isn't touching the leaves beneath her, she's floating.
He appears, she is now the transparent white, with grey hair and eyes. Together they shine perfectly, together as if they had been all along.
The graveyard, their graveyard. Every night they will come alive and bring the life of the nature within the graveyard with them.
Isn't it beautiful?
Graveyard
Thursday, 17 September 2015
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