Clean white sheet pulled oe'r my head,
deafening silence — am I dead?
Body stiff, I cannot move.
Surely God would disapprove.
Something smells of rotting meat;
muscles ache—I've no heart beat.
barely breathing, very faint,
blood restricted by constraint.
Rendered prostrate in the gloom,
single candle lights the room.
Clouded eyes that scarcely see,
breeze bids flame to dance for me.
What malignancy is this?
Witch's spell—some poisoned kiss?
I can't speak nor move a tick.
An evil wizards parlor trick?
Muffled whispers of the dead,
flood my thoughts, invade my head.
Echoed voices in the dark.
Have I life, one shred ... a spark?
Corpses dance atop their graves,
rotting, knotting, ashen knaves,
gaunt white faces tucked in bone,
surround me here, I'm not alone.
Heaven's voices cry in vain;
Hell rejoices, demons reign,
old grave digger up and runs;
townsfolk follow — priests and nuns ...
Absolution, mindless chattel?
Hells inflamed, ignites the battle.
Earthen hole, my weak legs straddle,
gasping now—my own death rattle.
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