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I made my way into the graveyard before dawn had broken

The hour of the witch was close at hand

I looked at the sky, he should be here soon

Little did I know what horror lay in wake for me

For what felt like hours I sat inside this cursed place

Not a flicker of light glinted on the faces of the dead

It was then I heard the cemetery gate unlatch

I turned around and saw the grounds fill with mist

No prayers, no fires

As I turned around I saw no figure waiting at the gate

Decaying smells began to fill the air

And it was then the wind began to tremble

And then I heard a rasping voice that chilled my very soul.

No prayers, no fires.