Forbidden graveyard filled with gory obelisks,
Walked the fainthearted with just silvery half moon as a guide,
Each step towards destination made him shiver,
His promise made him tread as vigilante,
Trying to keep foot on track,
Closed his eyes and walked in utter darkness,
Air was thick and cold was increasing,
Inhaling oxygen taking all the might,
At last he succeeded and kept his foreboding,
Respectfully kept the snook's ball on grave,
Wept for his dog and came back.
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