A Graveyard
The dead lie still in
the cold dark earth.
A massive stone marks the dead-
the ghastly, rotting cadavers.
In time, the land is slowly
decorated with similar stones,
while mistletoe grows upon the
ancient oak trees.
There is no life,
no happiness and joy;
only the sorrow, pain and grief
sung by the ominous
dark crow.
© Nsiki Gwala
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Grade 11
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