Death RoleA Poem by Tina KlineThis is a collaboration with Ghost.The fog coils and drifts about lazily On the air wind chimes sing peacefully But in the night menace crouches and waits From the river comes its scent heavy with hate He lay dead beneath the water wrapped in chains Murdered and disposed of, his dark soul found flames Then he made a pact with Satan for undead life For all eternity he must kill with the Death Knife His black eyes opened and he broke the chains that bound He wields the knife forged by Satan, echoes of death surround He rose from his watery grave and sensed no one near He knows they will return to their home and vengeance will sear His dark soul hungers for human blood and human flesh He needs this life essence to once again make him fresh The grayish fog coils and twists like serpents slithering around The sudden absence of the wind silences the wind chime sound He smells the scent of them in the cold air His Death Knife is ready for a blood nightmare Without their blood and flesh his body will feel decay He would continue in agony each darkened day He turns in the direction their scent comes from In his dead heart he knows what must be done With his Death Knife in hand bloody killing will soon be done His victims won’t be alive long enough to see the rise of the sun They do not see him as he quickly draws near He slices into them as they scream in surprise and fear All 4 are dead long before they arrive to their home Then he drinks their blood and eats their flesh down to the bone With a full belly he looks to the dark sky and laughs Then in triumphal glee his blood stained hands he claps His body now feels fresh, so alive and not dead and raw Even so, the scent of more humans in the nearby city does draw He heads toward the city with death and blood on his undead mind A hunger to kill and devour fills his black soul and cannot be left behind With the Death Knife in his wicked hands and no way to be killed Wherever he wanders he creates a trail of coffins forever sealed© 2010 Tina KlineAuthor's Note
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