Undead Army
10 January, 2005
Author: Mike
Cold lifeless hands scratch at the wood,
They want to break out, if only they could.
They stare at the darkness with unseeing eyes,
Doing their utmost best to live, to rise.
If only they'd stayed dead, these friends of Death,
Stayed in the place they never should've left.
Burning for eternity in the pits of Hell
Never waking from the places they fell.
Now all of mankind will surely be doomed,
From the black the hour of death looms.
Raping and killing, his army will come
And with red water, Earth's rivers will run.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meridian (172.168.189.246) -- Wednesday, January 12 2005, 10:34 pm Oooo I love this MIKE! Reminds me of Lucy Westenra in the book entitled Dracula, where after she died, and she was placed in a grave, she rose out to do the works of Dracula before daylight arrived. It's very unique how you put your words together to create a masterpiece as you've done! When's the Undead Army coming on? Your poem is like a movie! Smiley face, Meri |
| LBK (84.9.36.131) -- Saturday, March 12 2005, 01:05 am There will always be bad as well as good. You can't have one without the other :P |
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