A little graveyard girl

Just been working on it for a couple of days, not sure if I like the rhymes or not... 

The marble girls spy

while they whisper and lie

perched atop mausoleums.

Shadows coax ghosts 

from up top rusted posts

waiting for snickering voices.

While the graveyard mists 

and abnormal wisps

penetrate my skin.

The cries and the creeping

my heart stops, so does the weeping

and I fall beneath with the bones.