Dark Tunnel:Dark Poetry

Dead Men Walking

I can hear the dead men walking

They're rising from their graves

And then they all start talking

Chanting over and over again:

Let thyme walk

And be bloodthirsty

Human flesh we stalk

In thyme moonlight

They close their coffins

And walk the streets

No more blood for us to be coughing

And they chant to us again:

We have come

And you let us through

You will join us in the calm

For your skin will also turn blue!