it receives little light even when the sun is at it's highest.
Moulded papers litter the floor
dating back to times long forgotten.
A suitcase
broken and bent lays open at the foot of its stairs
and the face of a cracked doll lays along side.
As you carefully place a foot on the first of its stone steps
you can't help a foreboding feeling take over you
and a sharp shiver to nudge its way up your spine.
Although your conscience mind tells you that you're alone here
you do not feel alone.
The gentle whistle in the trees
stripped of any visible life only add to this unease.
As your feet finally touch the damp floor,
you try yo
A tall iron gate stands at the entrance to this sanctuary
Wherein dwell the souls of sinners and saints.
The gravelled ground paves a pathway winding around brambles
and the engraved stones that commemorate and celebrate past lives.
Due adorned grasses grow on either side
with a promise of abundant daisies in the summer time.
Further and further into this land
things seem to mold and change into something more dramatic.
The once tamed ivy now winds across the degraded leaf skeletons scattered across the floor
and elder berry bushes
rich and black seemingly ruin any chance of taking another step.
But once past this obstacl