In a distant land,
Where the skies hung bedecked in ebony,
With dust clouds strung across the firmament,
Fierce and truly black,
Festooned with the souls of the ancient dead,
From dark worlds they have been evoked,
And so they come,
Their battle banners flying,
Blowing in the once deserted wind.
Deceased came back vengeful,
Their trumpets blaring loud,
From the fields fire from once the demons danced,
Where the devil threw his summons through sulphureous stench of torrid bubbles,
Came to arrest the sullied living to stockpile their immortal souls,
Escort them to forever,
To the land they'll never sleep,
These dripping faces of the these putrescent souls, not yet disintegrated,
Had become mummified, as if sorcery compelled a hand in death's immortal,
defiant alliance.
It was as they knew they would have to hearken to deaths's fatal curtain call!
By ladylivvi1

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