The skeleton cast a shadow of illuminated brightness on the dreariness of the moss-covered tombstones. The light of the full moon was just enough for the shadows to appear ten feet tall. As I gazed into his eyes, his life and soul passed through me with an eerie howl and a gust of sharp, cold air lasting only for a second.
Then, into the darkness he fled, seeking the life and freedom his soul desired and deserved. His shadow was visible over the shrubs and through the trees. Growing smaller as the skeleton continued on his quest through the graveyard.