The Graveyard

As I walk threw the graveyeard. It is dark and scary. There isnt a soul to be seen. I am in the old part of it. I walk to the moons light. The head stones glow. I wonder to wear I am headed. I am not afraid to walk. The full moon leading my way. I feel as thought I walk this every night. I reach a grave stone. It is way in the back. THe one that beck and called. I am afraid of the dark. The stone under a great oak. When is it over. There darkness is unbareable. I look at the stone and start to cry. It is mine. I read the inscription. A girl well loved. Took from us all to soon. I look down at my dress. It is torn and tatered. I rember when it use to be beautiful. I am cursed to walk forever. Till I am avenged. I will walk the graveyard tonight and every other. My murder long forgotten. The killer in his own grave. I prey he must walk for iternity. No one cares at the girl taken to young. I am forever sixteen. With my tattered and broken heart. It is the fault of my killer. The perfect man the said. Taken in a child that wasnt his. He killed me in fury. I was his utter scorn. I must replay that night forever. I came home a little late. I walked threw the gravestones. I died on that faithful night. Thrown against the head stone. Scared for my life. That is when it all ended. I wake up here each nite.