The Dead

Cease all farewells in this bitter last life
Offer up a glance, this bedeviled sweet time
The dead talk at night
The dead walk at night
Upon this blessed yet cursed tree
Lies the Babe, stolen in my sleep
Robbed of all life
Who will answer the thief?

Rejoice with me then mourn with me
Darkness covers every grin and tear
The dead creep at night
The dead weep at night
But sleep never comes to such as these
So prowl the earth until the third day
Leave the templed curtain torn
Then depart all earth in your devilish way

Scurrying off afraid they go
A plan, so grand no more
The dead cry at night
The dead die at night
Take a bow, final souls of the dead
Gnashing as they take a dive
Into homes of flames, and worms so vile
And be no more as He is proclaimed alive

Dustin Germain Jan 29, 2001