SpiritReborn

Darkness filled the foggy cemetery, my vision impaired by the eerie white thickness of the fog. I sway at the thick white clouds attempting to make my way through the cemetery located in the downtown area of the city. The moon emitting an essence of fright with it's lively yet calm presence. Ghosts of young trick-or-treaters playfully floated all about the wide open cemetery, the cold October air culminating with the souls and ghouls loitering about. The tombstones serving as a throne for deceased couples whom sadly never fulfilled their romantic aspirations in a past life. As I glared up at the night sky, I witness airbourne masters of witch