Outside of the room where I gave my paper this morning, there is a graveyard. Yes. An old graveyard in the midst of a college campus. Complete with tilted gravestones, a twisted tree carcass sinking slowly into the ground, a row of stacked stones to form a wall, a chapel. Apparently, this graveyard, Dunn Cemetery, is both historic and haunted. How appropriate. The gods smiled on me this morning. I had to share.
Whatever lost ghosts flare,Until I return. ~Alice
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.