"A lone lantern swings on a crooked post at the edge of a fog-draped graveyard. Under a thin silver moon, skeletal branches sway without wind while pale figures—memory-worn and patient—drift between tombstones. The air tastes of cold iron and old paper; a distant church bell tolls."

Although challenging and outside my comfort zone, I had a lot of fun with it.

My thanks to @2DPIXX for the encouragement, support and putting up with my endless colaborative communcations while the track was in development.