A lonely graveyard on the hill
Through twisted trees, I saw
Its occupants so very still
Beneath the windy moor.

I saw their lichened, grey headstones
In twilight's dying light
Atop this place of bleaching bones
As day passed into night.

They lived their lives until they died
Now laid beneath the stone
Bereft of love and human pride
Forgotten and alone.

At their cold graves, I deeply stared
Damp chilling winds went by
As spectral, misty moonlight glared
I heard a ghostly sigh.

That ghoulish sound froze me with dread
This scene so grim and stark
So to my home, I quickly fled
On pathways through the dark

If you, at nighttime, pass that way
Have courage and take care
The dead await all those who stray
So heed my words, beware!