The Ghost in the Graveyard

The Ghost in the Graveyard

By Brandon Palzkill

A chill breeze glides over

the standing stones,

howling; wailing.

Wandering through the waving grass,

her vaporous steps

offer no further disturbance

to the brittle blades,

while marble lanterns,

planted beneath the soil,

cast the pale, waning moonlight

throughout the surrounding

courtyard,

lighting her path,

as she travels on her way.

But what is her path?

She knows not;

knows nothing of herself

and nothing

of the journey which carries her

onward.

She is but a lost child,

alone in a crowded room;

a directionless specter,

hoping the wind will take her

where she needs to be,

and getting nowhere.