The March for Light
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See the masked skeletons of undead slaves march
varnished spirits welded together by the sins of their past
through the smog they trudge
their steps heavy, cracking, toying architecturally with bones brittle as glass
they seek to the end of days for the unstained, sacred light
beyond the fog and smoke that is only lit by the spectral illumination of moonshine
to make it beyond one of the darkest places on earth
to merely catch a glimpse of the halo the rests in the serenity of still
but having been stricken to death and sent to gravesend,
they are left with the ignorance of not having seen the darkness approaching.
forever bonded to the uttermost ends of the earth
never to have their souls flooded by the intoxicating august light.
May they always seek what they lost in life,
love, loyalty, lustrous living
forever beaconing to a higher being that seemingly has turned the cheek
thorned vines creep up their legs, pulling and tearing
dragging them back to the depths of the earth where once came
from the scratched flesh blood should have flown
nothing but dark space is seen from these wounds
as they are reclaimed into the world they reach out in vain and anguish
anger boils and they become irate and curse the world they strode upon
but silently they pray once more to be given the chance
the chance to be what they should have been
but these beasts are man made
artificially crafted with souls that have been polluted with a darkness
never to be released
into the daylight which they one basked in
long before the time of enthralling corruption
they will relive this nightmare every dusk until dawn
a surreal dark fantasy turned cruel reality
never to be awakened by the gentle touch of angelic light