If there’s a sense of who you were before
It leaves you now, with a bloody roar
Thrown into chaos, through a charmless night
Reborn to fight in your private war
And they offer no resistance
Life ebbs away
There’s no peaceful coexistence
To life’s power play
They retreat to a safe distance
Fear and decay
While they’re calling for assistance
Help’s on its way
If there’s a sense of who you were before
It calls you now from the lightest spore
Summon water to your feral core
The lightning’s charge and the thunder roar
And they offer no resistance
Life ebbs away
There’s no peaceful coexistence
To life’s power play
They retreat to a safe distance
Fear and decay
While they’re calling for assistance
Help’s on its way
You turn back down the hill
And watch it all unfold
The blades of death approach
Launch a sea of amber gold
As your brothers, sisters crawl
Prostrate from the blast
Hauling to their feet
Arms spread, iconoclast
And right there at the end
A bitter sense of peace
The clarity returns
At epiphany’s release
There’s nothing more to do
You stumble through the creek
The last of the undead
With a tear upon her cheek
With a tear upon her cheek
With a tear upon her cheek
With a tear upon her cheek
Copyright J. Davies 2023