The Right Of The Dead Poem by Gabriel Victor Kukich

Under the eerie star lit haze
The graves start to tremble
The moon is ablaze

Fear for your life
Is but a thought
Fear fills your eyes
As the dead start to walk

An insane image
A questionable dream
As the moon fills the sky
And the dead start to scream

The dead animate
You hesitate
Hell on earth has begun
The final song has been sung


bodies walk
Age of men is ending

The dead start to talk
cannibals are hunting

second birth begun
The dead that were hung
Are now enemy of man
We will die by our own hand

Moon shines bright
Glows with blood
Permanent blight
Deeds of death have been done

Their reign is over
They crawl back into the ground
Nothing left
No man alive to make a sound