Lori ZarembaThe Damned
In the future, I may consider using poetry in place of a prologue. I was compelled to write this poem for The Damned ~i think it will be on a page somewhere in the book.
The Damned
A chant carried
on a tainted breeze
Disembodied dancers
among the trees
Cold quicksilver
they ascend upon
From shallow burials
and blood-soaked loam
Veer deaf ears
thy vacant entreaty
Called by name
these tortured beings
Through the mist
an enchanting rhythm
Upon hallow land
lost souls imprisoned
On a forest path deep
tormented howling
neglected graves
thus despair surrounding
Outcast rebels
of harrow drawing
Among the morbid copse
brave warriors fallen.