Darkness has drenched me and my inmates. The only glimmer of light is coming from the old, worn-out church that stands in front of us. Huge, cracked up walls with broken bricks and tall trees covered in cobwebs, also embellished with dried up nests surround me, separating us from the living world out there. I'm more than a hundred years old.Dry autumn leaves are spread like a carpet throughout my grounds and crunch under your feet as you walk through me to bid homage to your near and dear departed souls. I'm filled with new, old and forgotten graves. My roof