Topic: Haunted

Icer1978

Date: 2016-04-23 23:15 EST
It had come time again. The little blue dragon sat beneath the twin oaks. Watching over the graves residing there.

In her mind, sometimes she still heard the cries of the fallen, the dying. But she kept it to herself.

Sometimes it felt as if one or two were there, though no one else could see.

Sometimes she wondered, but never asked. Eyes kept upon the many stones.