Death's Head PhantomA Poem by Namaa HammondWandering death bird 'tis time you wake Time to steal a soul whom once smiled Snow is falling on the blind snake The screams of a grief-stricken child
Fly to my window, snuff the candle Flutter your skulls and bones up high Your omen, a wish I'll handle But the dust cannot touch my eye
Wandering death bird shall you obey The beast who opened the nailed bed Wandering death bird, please portray Whom is going to wind up dead
Wandering death bird fly to the dark The stones are wearing far away Death bird come see me at the park Perhaps in the stones we shall play
The wall is wrapped and twined in black vine And the plates are glasses broken The grapes had turned to dark red wine A taste made of aphotic sin
I come across a picnic basket The food was made of dirt and mold The wall turned into a casket The wine ran dry, my bones grew cold
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