On a wintry night, I passed the old graveyard.Soil creep slanted the headstones.The 'forgotten' of the town.Locked up tightly with a padlockAs if to protect the dead.Are they lonely I wonder? Or in The best slumber?'Here lies John Murphy, 1867'.I could barely make out the inscription.In time, 'John Murphy 1867' will be eroded forever.There lays the forgotten who once, Played … [Read more...] about The Long Night, By: Seamus Whelan
Seamus Whelan
About Seamus Whelan
Seamus Whelan is an aspiring Irish short story writer and poet. He has one publication to date in the Wexford Bohemian.