The Ride of the Zombie and the Crone
By: Felix L. Perry
Into Armageddon’s shadow drift the zombie and the crone
Riding on the beasts of burden, where fear rides all alone
Winds whip at the rags of clothes crusted deep with grime
Mangy wolves snarl then bay at moon knowing evil’s time
While the Padre locks and bolts chapel door no sanctuary there
Humanity’s hypocrisies no longer sing psalms on midnight air
Zombie holds the book of dead, the crone the sword of might
Festered sores, blood seeped pores…bleached voices in night
Nay, no repentance will glow nor stop fowl the demon’s spawn
Fear it and accept the side you chose and the filth thy stepped upon
As zombie and crone kiss blood gorged goodnight to ride back to the bowels of hell
Too late for thee to bend thy knee o’er your name etched with parchment quill
Zombie and the crone rode out to feast till sated together sleep
‘til heaven quake and demons wake there be more souls to reap
Sheila
You're one of my favorites dear Fee.
Love,
Susan
|Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Walt
I somehow feel this sets the tone for my day today.
I'll face an interesting cast of characters.
At least it is not Monday.
Fine writing as always.
John
Hugs,
Anna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
If Santa Fee start talking like that in a month or so, it will be a stampede of brats like no one ever!
Georg
Hugs,
Maggie