Clicking Of Bones

Darkness bloomed
spreading a dark wing looming
softly over his eyes
and he cried
but still he heard the click, click, click
of moving bones
in the moonlight crypt as it ripped
the darkened night
of secret shadows smoldering
in the deep dead of night
somethings better left dead than alive
and he cried
The wind sang its bitter black song
like pages turning in time.