Souls
Who heard the shrieks
of spirits?
Who heard the plea
of souls?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Trapped far within,
far beneath-
Who heard their eery
gloats?
They are of men like
You and me
Forever trapped and
Forever strapped-
To bake and smoke
And smell
In rhythm with
the Cold-overlord's bell.
Who heard their
names?
As they screamed and fell?
I heard it.
I still hear it.
For among the
steaming souls
Writhes our very
own.
Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2013
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