Cringe Before the Dead

I have stained blood red, the memories of the dead.

I haunt the living as to the fray, and dig them out of earth and clay.

In loving memory of the deceased, to the flock the fold increased.

Haunting every thought of life, suffer them no more this strife.

Stay to blind as not to see, stay to death they come for the.

Make known the prying of the eyes, let loose the crying of the lies.

Pray another suffered rent, look to the heart the dead repent.

Look to the heavens forgiveness come, rejoice the only beating drum.

Pounding loud in shrieking ear, let no more be held by malice or fear.

Into the darkness of the shadowed day, into the chaos of the cringing fray.

Go blindly to the journeys foe, look out for evil seed we sew.

See to it nothing come of present past, remember only the  wicked chaste.

I feel the icy fingers touch, I hear the dead cry so much

I see the memories of the past, I cannot bring back their life of last.

I fill the empty heart amiss, I fill it with the stench of bliss.

Come dye another glorious death, breath into me the lifeless breath.

Let go of corpses in your mind, find you friends of another kind.

Seek out the company of the meek, seek out the strength of the week.

Reviews

[BlueDreams]

Nicely expressed dude.... awesome...

[Lily Mae]

This was so well described I could feel it as if I were actually there as an observer.. Well done..:)

[realmwriter]

Thank You all for the reviews. It really means a lot to me.

[frozensakura]

distinctly communicated emotions... this is really good

[Joshua]

Excellent!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I agree with Ken. I see your strength as a Poet increasing more and more. Keep on writing D. you are doing great!

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

This is absolutly amazing!

[Kenneth The Poet]

I think you have strengthened yourself as a poet. There are far fewer typos and the emotions are clearly palpable and heartfelt.

Excellent work, realm.