Life Amongst the Dead

Creatures of the cryptic kind,
with monsters on the wall.
Skeletons hanging from the stairs,
eerie voices down the hall.

Empty rooms, stinch of death,
what’s seen is still unseen.
Cookoo clocks stuck in time,
what does this really mean?

Cobwebs stuck in many places,
a piano without keys.
A feeling of sheer spookyness,
the clattering of someone’s knees.

Curtains ripped beyond repair,
ghost dust on the floor.
Howlings heard through hollow cracks,
squeaking of all the doors.

A lightening strike at the midnight hour,
with horror in the bones.
Black bats outline the moonlight,
spirits moan and groan.

A transparent man of older age,
with a shovel beneath his arm.
Awaiting near a six foot hole,
for the man who did him harm.

Behind these cryptic walls of hell,
revenge still has to wait.
Vacant is the burial hole,
for his killer that he hates.

A body’s dead, a soul alive,
there’s a demon on the loose.
Caught up in these haunted horrors
is a rope into a noose.

A hanging light, an image here,
to the life in which they led.
Death is but forever now,
in the blood in which they bled.