Desertion

The moon shone its silvery light onto a small abandoned graveyard. Only a few solitary stars in the midnight sky wept for the sight before them. The graveyard had long past from human memory and was left to decay.

To an onlooker it appeared as though there was nothing wrong, but an aura of sadness and pain surrounded the graveyard as though its life was slowly being choked from it. Creeping vines wound around the rusted iron railings as if to prevent them from crying for help. The vines encased many mausoleums, shielding them from the harsh reality of the world.

A slow creeping mist drifted across the grass laden ground, enshrouding tombstones to keep them from sight. It drifted along the ground like a predator stalking its unknowing prey.

The tombstones lay in pieces and they leaned at crooked angles over the graves of those departed from this world. The earthen resting places lay undisturbed for many years. On many of the tombstones the writing had faded and on some it had disappeared completely. Whenever the wind blew, it was a cry of the forgotten, crying because their names had been lost in time.

Everywhere in the graveyard was dominated by grass destroying anything that might have grown in the once proud place that now lay desolate. Trees groaned as the wind howled and ripped through the sky. Leaves that had lain dormant on the ground flew through the air and came to rest again as the wind died. It created a deathly silence that was only broken every so often by the howling wind and the creaking branches.

A suffocating darkness had settled over the forlorn graveyard making it look

bleak and eerie. The darkness was only dispersed by the pale ghostly light of the moon. It created an enigma that not even the greatest detective could hope to solve. The graveyard was forever doomed to be lost in the shadows of solitude and despair. It’s fate was to be forever in isolation and to spend eternity and ruins since the day it was deserted by humans.