The Dead Know We're Here

by Unconformist   May 3, 2006


A dead tree
in front of the darkened sky
a gathering underneath it
we cannot ask but why
as we sit there watching
a fire they light
the flames crackle beautifully
they twist and turn in the night
as the lighted flames grow
we look in a stunned like suprise
the setting of a cemetary
fills our eyes
so here we are
my friend and I
knowing not what
we witness under the sky
the cloaked figures begin to dance
we hear and eerie chant
it chills us to the bone
every animal, every plant
we feel the vibrations
hear trampling of their feet
they stopped where they were
then all took a seat
we quietly crouched
before we had learned
that one of them surely
us had he heard
with a glance back at us
stopping my heart
he raised up a staff
and the graves tore apart
they rose from each one
some cloaked in white
a clan member shouted
"put out that light"
that was all we saw
we heard screams of dread
and we and the clan
were torn apart by the dead

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