The graveyard stirs in hushed midnight. Stone angels weep on crumbled tombs, Their silence thick with ancient gloom. The crypt stands tall, a shadowed keep, Where moss and time have come to sleep. Wind whispers names the dusk forgot, And sorrow lingers, cold and caught. Yet in this still and haunted air, A sacred peace breathes everywhere— For even death, with all its dread, Resides where dreams and stars have bled. #ai #aiart #poem #poetry #monday #spooky #graveyard