The Wake [IAFF Zombie Challenge]

Dirt is shifting heavy, cold Underneath the rotting pine. Silver moonlight sharp and old Spilling on the grave like wine. Stone is cracked and iron bends, Listen how the hinges groan. Dead men meeting ancient friends Grinding bone on hollow bone. First the silk then naked skin, Gowns are falling in the weeds. Let the ritual begin, Hunger is the only creed. Pale the hands and dark the eyes, Tangled hair and frozen breath. Listen to the rhythmic sighs Sweating in the arms of Death. Not a whisper not a prayer, Just the friction of the shroud. Something's burning in the air, Heaving like a thundercloud. Dance until the ribs are bare, Kiss the dirt and drink the mist. Fingers clawing through the hair, Every shadow must be kissed. I am there and you are too, Neither living nor asleep. Oldest game and always new, In the soil dark and deep. Morning light is just a lie, Day is for the hollow men. Here we live and here we die, Until the moon comes back again. One last shiver one last beat, Back into the velvet bed. Hell is bitter. Hell is sweet. Orgy of the holy dead.