A walk amongst the tombs

She was wondering around the graves,

Feeling happy, peaceful and free, 

She could almost hear the insects walking,

The breeze was gentle on her face,

Playing with her hair, a thousand compliments,

The tombstones felt warm and welcoming,

What a quiet life to be a tombstone! 

They were whispering to her :

Come ! Come join us ! It is so lovely in here !

What tempting, enchanting voices,

Such powerful incantations dragging her,

Yes, it was quite cozy in here. 

And very silent. 

No more pain. 

No more life.

What a pretty tombstone she would make. 

So pretty...