Necrolatry

She would love the dead at night;

Walking around the quiet cemetery. 

A small, lost, young girl, kicking leaves under her feet.

As she passed the entrance and slipped through the gate;

she was home.

Where was her family? She was with them now,

When midnight came around.

Skipping through the graves..

She'd be here soon enough too, 

Buried between the Earth;

A corpse of a young girl, gone too soon.

As the spirits came up to meet her,

"Oh Madeline!" they would shout.

She would embrace nothing but air.

A lost mind, she was.

Quiet as a mouse, she walked around,

Studying the names of her friends.

Babies, adults, teens and children.

All of them dead.

As she approached a grave, to dust off the dirt

to read the name,

A gust of cold, roaring wind came. 

She would bow her head,

as she worshipped the dead.