There's a stillness in the old churchyard.
The old headstones are worn and pitted,
Washed white through the wind and the rain.
The stillness and the weathered look,
create an image of a bygone age.
Should you visit the church at night,
you'll hear the tinkling laughter of the ghost, Celeste,
Who wanders through the church and around the old
gravestones, looking for a ring, she is said to have lost
that belonged to her love of a bygone age.
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