Night With the Living Dead

Wounded in battle from a long drawn fight; Took refuge, late in the night, in a small burial ground; Hungry and thirsty with no place to hide, fell asleep, in the dark of the night; Woke to a sudden chilly breeze blow, that sent shivers and tremors right through my my spine; The rustle and tussle of dry twigs and leaves, kept my eyes open with gleaming tears; Shadows of darkness from big grumbling trees, felt like mammoths coming right at me; Whisper in whispers from creatures around, felt like the world was angry with me. Grumbling & scrambling with my two feet, hoped to catch a light in the dark. Cris, crossing crosses, showed me a sign, only to quickly disappear again; Huge was expansion, fighting direction seemed like an ocean filled with commotion, in such proportion, that losing my quotient was simply a notion trying to flee from darkness & thee; Slammed in the body by an ivory post that struck like a hand, from a man standing in silvery sand; Fell to the ground with absolute sound that none could hear in such a town; Woke the next morning shaking my ache, only to see voices awake; Asking me questions that I could not take; Managed to fumble and stumble away to a fresh start on happiness day