The night was so cold it was making each step like the breaking of ice. Their breath became part of the surroundings as they exhaled from deep within their lungs. They headed their way around the edges of the city without a direction or turn to surely make or question. The clear sky became apparent to them when a bat overhead made a screech to pierce the night sky. Stopping in their tracks they followed the bat with their eyes. When the became invisible another awesome sight came into view....a cemetery with a large fence and gate in front.The cemetery was names "Beneath the Howling Stars." The high gates were rusted black with large pointed spikes in the top that resembled gothic inspired art. As they neared the gate, it also held a sign connected by rope that was strung rather messy but none the less very well with a knot. Tall boney skeletal looking trees made their presence known. Just past the trees' branches reached and leaned over the top and through the hand sized openings on the gate. Nothing past the lanky trees was clearly visible. Only outlines and faint shadows were of the eyes connection. The smell was of metallic gates from the earlier rainfall. The smell only made present when close enough to the cold, wet metal. To their fascination and immediate excitement they more than agreed to find their way in. Traveling the lining of the landscape design of the fence Shay began to be sidetracked from the stare she had of the passing of the fence bars. Her steps began to shorten and lose pase falling short behind her companion of the night and heart. He quickly sensed her gaining space in between them. Turning around she was standing there with an expressionless face....
"Shay, whats wrong?" he asked in a quiet tone, as to not disturb those who not need of their actions. But there was no return of words from Shay. He crept over to her and grabbed her by the arms and shook her. Her daze was broken and she confessed to feeling drawn to a presence inside, past the gates. "I couldnt help myself but to continue the surge i was receiving from the cemetery. It was strong, odd and such a hand to grab." They continued their pace around the edging of the fence this time with Shay in front of him. The only distraction He would be lead astray is the view of her behind and the arching back being made trying to stay low and out of sight. They reached the best spot to get a crawling attempt going. The choice was made so the digging began and soon enough after there was a large enough slit to crawl under. Shay crouches down lays on her back but then sits back up and turns to Elliott takes off her jacketn and hands it to him. Shay lays back down and slowly with caution slides herself under the bars. She reaches the other side as he has already followed after her and they both stand from the cold wet ground. Shay grasps her elbows and shudders a few times from the hatful bite of the cold. She looks to him with uneasiness about the chills slithering up her spine and he wraps her jacket back around her.
They stand in amazement as the sight over lines their eyes with awe and udder bliss.....it was mystic and magical. As they cross the graveyard while conveying their every move Shay stops and the once presence that possessed her had grasped her attention again. He again senses the distance between them and turns to notice she is croutched down in front of the grave that ahd drawn her attention and he looks bewilderaly with concern. He too kneels down beside her. They turn from the grave and continue their journey through the graveyard. They come to a clearing where only the dark shadows of the trees and the eerie, darkened song of the wind blew restlessly through the area, and in the presence of that moment they knew this was a great place to cuddle and call and end to their search of adventure.
(S.S.J) 2004
