And behold there lies a cemetery
Just beyond
And way outside the realms of humanity
And they danced as one
Around and over
The tranquil landscape
Dotted with harsh mounds of reddish-brown dirt
Reminiscent of muddied waters
The chilly arms of death
And the shadows of Set
The morbid beauty of freshly dug graves
Awaiting Hades wayward and deserving slaves
Some holes smaller, some larger
And they danced around and over
As yonder they erupted
Panicked screams
Nightmares and daemon dreams
As it blew softly
A cold, cold, cold whisper
Go forth and bring them come
The waiting is over
They've had their fun
The filling has begun

Behold there lies
The destined abyss
Of a distant necropolis

A Distant Necropolis  - © 2004 Ahkenaton  all rights reserved