A Quickie!
Username: Woody
Entry:

Faded crimson leaves do blow
Across the broken stone below
Vines creep and crumble down
Soft marble stones to the ground

The iron sign is flecked with rust
An ear is missing from the bust
Of “Dearly Departed Maive”
No one left to mourn her grave

The grounds are vast, in disrepair
And silence hangs heavy in the air
The only sounds the mournful cry
Of doves and owls just flying by

But still when the moon is overhead
Just a sickle of light illuminating their bed
You might just catch the sleepers still
Coming up to dance their fill

No music heard nor witness here
And still they dance in funeral gear
Dawn’s cold rays sets dead to sleep
Down they lay in the dreamless deep

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I wish I had the energy to do such awesome graphic comics. I...yeah I can't I don't do computer art at all. It'd be stick figures and that'd take me hours.