Down the cobblestone streets
The canopy of Spanish moss blankets my aimless descent
Limbs of willows hang like rope
I pass the towering cathedral
And cross paths with the restless cemetery
Ethereal hosts watch over the graves
Solemn expressions craved into stone
Too absorbed in my thoughts
A swelling crowd I almost miss

Eerie day it is
For the haze distorts my vision
The sky emits a strange stillness
But it glows a pure aura of white

I hear the bells singing their hourly chords
And the clip clop of horseshoes striking the stones
As I near the mob, intense drum beats abruptly end
Odd
A hush -hush of whispered prayers call to me softly
But the strong voice reciting charges rings in my ears
What caught my eye though was a sight that set chills down my bones

How could they do this?

The heart in my chest stopped suddenly
A feverish dread filled within me
Too grief-stricken to speak, I watch in horror
Frozen in a nightmare
For all who come behind
With such naïve ideals
That you play on a graveyard
In which the gallows once stood

It Did Happen
It Did Happen
It Did Happen