Come on in, friend; don’t be shy. All are welcome here at the boneyard. The gates are unlocked and will open with just a gentle touch. They may creak and groan in protest, the rust may stain your hand and look like blood in the night, but do come in. Watch your step as the frost upon the ground snaps and crunches underfoot. The shadows between the stones are long, so let the bright skull of the moon be your guide as you edge between long-since neglected tombs and crypts.
Don’t stop; it’s only the wind that whispers in the trees, or long branches that scrabble against granite and marble, that’s all you hear. Dark shadows and darker whispers always gather in these cold, lonely places.
Come closer and I’ll tell you a story, maybe tell you a secret or two as time passes by. Be my friend and I’ll tell even more.
Stay awhile and trust me, help me. Please.
3 comments:
Welcome to the world of blogging. I love your name.
Mmm, now you've entered the blogging world and you're lost like the rest of us.
Thanks for the 52 Stitches comment. When is yours going up?
-Mercedes
Mercedes - I'm up in April/May, so plenty more stitches to look forward to before then.
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