Requiem
A snowy, dead white expanse is all you can see. It feels as though every part of your body has been frostbitten by the cold and dry breeze. A heavy fog blankets the area in a shroud of dread with old tombstones littering the snowy plane around you.
The wind howls as one struggles to get a hold of their surroundings. Even though the snowing is perpetual, it never seems to pile, always leaving the decrepit tombstones revealed. The forest, as is the snowy expanse, is full of worn tombstones. Some graves appear to be empty, with just a six-foot-deep pit in place of a coffin.
"Come… Come and rest your weary bones in the ground with me…"
Requiem was written by
MrTripuler with critique from
ZENAJ,
Virkling, and
egglord. The images used inside the article are in order: Old catholic cemetery in Žepče, Bosnia and Herzegovina by Gustavo R. Charra.