Through The Graveyard.

"Where to? Where to?" We ask each other, and deeply we all think.
"To the graveyard!" I shout aloud, "And there we shall smoke and drink!"
Marching in-step, boots thudding and thumping an ominous sound.
Grunting, laughing, and bellowing loudly-- evil onto holy ground. 

Through the graveyard, one-by-one, glancing upon the tombstones.
Daring the spirits-- "Rise up if you protest our presence!" I lowly, growl and moan.
Nothing. Not a single sound or movement did they make.
And through the graveyard we merrily celebrated for the forgotten spirits' sake.