They arose from the grave
Some not in tune
Giving a fist,
Then a finger,
And went back to eternal slumber.
Others were after it
They needed to feel it,
Beat,
Rhythm,
Life,
They craved it from the grave
Arise,
Arise,
Search, those who crave the beat
To bring you life,
They roamed
A few slower, as they'd  lost there feet,
But they would crawl on
Stomach,
Hands,
Knees,
To feel the beat of life within,
They glared in the air
It was unmistakable,
The beat of life.
As they entered
Screams,
Horror,
Curiosity,
As the dead meant no harm,
They stood in formation
This isn't no thriller,
This is the life they heard from afar.
Beats of music,
They danced in unison
The crowd went wild
Music,
Beat,
Rhythm,
Life,
They were dancing
The night away,
A few screams did follow,
As moves not meant for the dead
Limbs flew far in to the crowd
Politely
Handed,
Footed,
Fingered
Back once again,
But time was not on there side
Time was beating past,
So a grunt,
A lipless smile,
And they made there way back
They had for one night felt the
Beat
Rhythm,
Life,
Of the party
Its funny how a full moon
Can awaken feeling even in the dead..