the breeze whizzed
well past my ears
it grew cold and
re-instated my fears
the skies grew dark
an eerie silence hung
a bloodcurdling screech
across the yard rung
time hath come
halted by my side
i stood but still
stopped in my stride
the gravestone eyed
with a monstrous glare
and the scare filled all
through the col’night air
it dearly held on
to a cursed anagram
undying words engraved
by the dead man
“well, off horrible evildoers,
threatful evil wreaks hollower”
“blood will lie fresh forever,
soul will walk the earth forever”
the grave grew whiter
by the dim moonlight
it lay still in slumber
in the dead of the night
i lifted the large stone
and grew as white-n-cold
for the icy air invoked
many a myth untold
i took a step back
and drew my breath
the curse was true
he arose from death
it froze the silence
it froze my senses
it grew darker still
and i lay motionless
till morn i lay dead
in the quiet cemetery
and before fleeing rubbed
the epitaph curse-free
as night fell i returned
the grave bore my art
i did the same again
but he lay too intact
for the view still haunts me
as it haunted that day
when blood trudged on
yet death had the last say
-Akanksha Gupta
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