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When the Full Moon Beams
On a night in October when the full moon beams Marsh noises resonate, all is not what it seems The wind rustles the reeds with a haunting chilling sound As the awakening dead arise from their dormant cold grounds Black silhouette's are seen against a backdrop of cobalt blue The living now need to run, to escape this deathly pursue Carrying scythes and sickles, they lacerate all breathing souls To re-enforce their army, the living are their goals Screams and cries are heard, the unlucky in deadened red Whilst the fortunate survive, for a long night lies ahead A new dawn arrives, no longer scything sounds are heard As we step into the daylight, to take in what's occurred If you were caught in their open, your breathing no longer reigns More of the living perish, whilst his dormant armies gain In the village where I stay, we run and hide underground How ironic is it, it's where the living can't be found http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-7.php
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