Bells

I came to the cemetery on Christmas in my night dream it is snowing big fluffing snowflakes everything is white foggy and enchanting then, I hear the jingle of bells and quiet voices drifting in the wind it is creepy eerie the bells mysterious the cemetery is dark death the statues blank eyes watch me the dark headstones misty disturbing snow is falling blowing swirling twirling dancing I can feel the mood deep in my bones it is haunting, echoing, enthralling the bells tinkle chime clang on and on in my nightmare they are both frightening and beautifully dark I wake to snow falling and church bells ringing