Beyond the rusty railings, a strange scary place

A few hundred paces from the place I reside
Is a graveyard, unkempt, with secrets to hide

A family together in death after life
eternally Victorian - a husband and wife

Yet, if you stop and you listen you might hear the sound
Of a robust Saxon warrior calling out 'neath his mound

Millennia of burials lie in there, hence
I stood safe with my camera behind the old fence.