“Parish Knoll”

There once was a hill where an eldritch church slept
‘Twas surrounded by many a soul
Not only the bodies interred has it kept
The cemetery of Parish Knoll

Never could the township find fault in its grace
Its myst’ry to keep they implore
Ever would the townsfolk therein know their place
While still making room for one more

Copyright © 2014 Kevin A. Ranson