An Unearthly Rising

Blood trickles from kills in the fight

Right where the dead drift into the light

Souls seep

From punctured holes

Life is put to sleep

As each sense grows

To six and on-- beyond what the living knows: 

The end simply means you extend forever

Removed from your fleshly tether

Tied apart

Becoming a part

Of another land

Rising between

Where  sun beams 

Hit warm unearthly sand.


The End

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