Zojinjo

The Dead beneath

 

Dusty bones in age so old.

Burried in ground of icy cold.

Put down through violent war.

Seen by Necromancy from afar.

 

Skin once gone or rotten,

within memories by all forgotten.

Now again, alive and well.

Bound and bond by darkest spell.

 

With hollow breath and feelings none.

Come those to life with dead undone.

And in this hope of death betrayed,

Lying underground... they wait...

Comments1

  • Cheeky Missy

    Hmmm. Eerie scene and contemplation. Do the dead come back by devilish means? I don't know that they do, frankly; afterall, what about what the Bible says...."For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun." Thanks for your author's comment, it is intriguing if you will believe such, to say the least. And I do look forward to more of the Tragic Tale....when it is fit to be seen.



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