Night Walkers

I hear their words echo
in a stream of violence around me,
voices from the deep
screaming for their freedom,
a curse cast on the living to be doomed.

their cries speak of revenge
craving the bitter sweet taste of blood
to rn slowly on the ground
for once renewed life on Earth.

the mood bleeds its darkness,
shadows grab hold the trees
about to swallow airs breath
and condem the world to torture.

the dead redeem eternal life
captives to your hearts heated blood,
bring you down to their layer,
watch as they play with your fear
ready to take what is not theirs
to drag down the blood they'll forever crave.

by broken3heart3
posted on 02/15/2009