From The Grave

From the furial heavens the lightning forks, like a serpent's tongue

Reanimating the dead of night to life, above the cemetery's throng

Over weathered memorials, there's a maelstrom of rolling thunder

Moving the earth beneath, as detestation stirs, from six feet under

Tombstones crack and crumble, the sodden soil slowly tears apart

Hideous skeletal figures emerge from the earth, to a different dark

Exhorting the kith and kin of corpses, as one by one the dead arise

Gods awake too late, to see the esurience, in the cadaverous eyes

Rakeshame revenants climb to ascension, through the fallow sods

And stand in the storm, imbued in the fiery throes of lightning rods

Vicious discharges still frame's their corruption, for life they crave

Exhumed from oneirodynia, but who is screaming from the grave?