The cemetery late at night

I walked through the graveyard
That dark, soundless night
The moon was staring at me
And the trees grabbed me tight
I tried to get away
And scream for help
But all that heard me were the tombstones
And they chased me as I let out a yelp
Then came the honk
As I turned around I saw the hearse
It was calling my name
As I let out a curse
I finally made it out
Free to move on
But I would never go to the cemetery
Anytime before dawn!
**This is a personification poem, once again, for English class.**