Graveyard Fogs

Frogs & Toads Make Their Sounds As The Dread Dogs Appear. The Night Has Run Away Every Earlier Guard.
Lord, Why This Graveyard?
Shard Of Blaque Rock Atop The Pavement.
Recent Visitors, Now Gone, R Apparent.
Constant F.E.A.R.
Hear Again The Dread Dogs While They Growl.
Full Moon Hauntingly Presides Over This Sacred Terrain.
Rain Threatens...That's Just The Fog.
Bog Nearby. Mausoleums Most Horrific.
Cryptic Messages On Tombstones & Such.
Touch A Flower Of A Pretty Young Soul Long D-Ceased.
Peaced Out, But 2 Scared.
Unhinged. Why Am I Here?
Tear Of A Skeleton Felt On My Shoulder As It Appears Overhead 4 A Moment.
Sent, Mentally, N2 Some Zone I've Learned Never 2 Trust.
Lost N Thought Until Found By A Very Much So Nu Version Of The Holy Cross.
Mass Of Blaque Monks Now B-Ing Heard.
Word Of A God Getting Rid Of A Devil.
Double My Fright, Heighten The Night.
Might Of A Fog That Strangulates.
Straits Dire, Flashes Of H.E.LL.fire & The Dire M-Pire Within.
Skin Of The Witch That Now Undresses & Disappears.
Stars Shine Darquely.
Thinly Veiled Gypsies Come 'N Go While Worshipping Atop A Slab.
Gab Of The Rotted Drunk Guzzling Hard Liquor From A Tarnished Bottle.
Battle Of Spirits That Started This War On The 3rd.
Weird Eyes Of Mine Open. I'm Safely Where I Need 2 B Not So Worried Over The Fog Or Their Graveyard.