The Haunting

This was my first poem and has been revised from the original.

From The Chronicles of Death

"The Haunting"

The wind rustles through the autumn leaves.
A harvest moon rises over the distant trees.
I will be there as I have always promised!
Love burns eternal for those who are missed.

Let it surround and warm you after I've crossed.
I will keep you close when all else seems lost!
Life has its limits but love knows no bounds,
As I rest silent beneath these frozen grounds.