Awakened Are The Mighty Dead Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

Awakened Are
The Mighty Dead
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Within the silence movements come
just out of range of a viewing eye
I think I heard a cry - a sigh?
Could just be imagination

And within the cold dark
deepest night
a ruffle of the blankets
out of sight

Caught in a dream
yet I could not fight
the fear and trepidation

For as I lay
it seeks and comes
Ethereal it roams
to choose the one
who it will haunt
as the setting sun
begins its manifestation

An entity dark -
not of this world
So dark, impure
my heart was filled
with fear and dread
my heart was stilled
I pray for my
salvation

Yet prayers they fall
on God's deaf Ears
as the dead of night
heightens my fears

The banging on
the bedroom door
brings tears
and closer
to my annihilation

And so I shake
alone in bed
for awakened are
the mighty dead
that will haunt me
to my dying breath
as the bedroom
door creeks
OPEN...


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Wayne Leon Learmond
Awakened Are The Mighty Dead
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