“Tales of the Dead”

I tell of tales that once were told

That reach inside and grab your soul

Of times when the blood would run cold

From demons they were to behold

Bloodthirsty and ravenous

Their decision was unanimous,

The demons, how they came at us,

The end result calamitous

Shaken to our very core

Wealthy, as well as very poor

It did not matter anymore

Things weren’t like they were before

Wild thrashings and beheadings

Were only just the beginning

Never once was man winning

Frightened with heads spinning

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Mankind on a wild rail car ride

Bodies torn down both sides

Deadly forces forced to collide

For a miracle, the people cry out

As they pray about this demonic turnabout

But nothing can save even the devout

No one is safe, no one has enough clout

The demons reach inside and tear out our souls

They have no care for leaving us whole

They just want to see you lose all control

That, my friend, is their ultimate goal.

So when the demons come, and they will come soon

At a day and time they find opportune

Know that you’re only hope is you ‘nd

The noble warriors in your dead platoon.