* The Zombie’s Lament « Transylvania

* The Zombie’s Lament

The Zombie’s Lament – Witcher Rossman

The transition begins
Death at last
I watch, helpless
As my being becomes past

Minutes pass as I erode
Flesh parting from bone
Tissue falling, taken by gravity
No longer my own

A fingertip skates
Across my skin, once tight
Its touch unfelt
In its wake, leaving white

Hands wrap me
Bandages around my head
Looking upon my reflection
Shows me only undead

Conscienceness…spirt…soul
All identity disappears
Seems quite a tragedy
For one having lived only eight years

The hand takes mine
And guides me into the night
My unnatural state
An abomination to sight

Noises, screams, the sounds of tormented souls
Cannot escape the horrific scene
The smell of living blood in the air
Carnivorous senses keen

Stopping now, in front of an old house,
Observing victims within
A crooked smile slithers across my face
Let the massacre begin!

The Witching Hour beckons
From the ringing of a clock
Approaching the door
Lifting rotted hand to knock

”Mind your manners”, says my Mom
From across the street
My bones creek as I lift my bag and yell,
“Trick or Treat!!”