O fragrant flesh, beside my tomb
\nYou wander freely through the gloom
\nAnd think you’re safe among the dead
\nWith those sweet brains still in your head.<\/p>\n
You turn your back, and I arise
\nAnd look on you with rotten eyes
\nBut then you hear my hungry moans
\nAnd see the flesh hang from my bones.<\/p>\n
You scream in panic, run away
\nWhile all around the graveyard sway
\nThe revenants, in shambling race,
\nConverging on your hiding place.<\/p>\n
And when we find you crouching there
\nWe seize your ankles, wrists and hair.
\nWe bite your flesh, we chew your veins
\nAnd then at last, we eat your brains.<\/p>\n
And when the feasting time is done
\nYou rise again, and we are one:
\nThe eaten eat, the victims stalk
\nWe shamble where we once did walk.<\/p>\n
Remember, man, as you pass by:
\nAs you are, once was I;
\nAs I am, you’re to be,
\nLurching through eternity.<\/p>\n
To the tune of Look on and Cry<\/a>.<\/p>\n Originally posted on Making Light<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" O fragrant flesh, beside my tomb You wander freely through the gloom And think you’re safe among the dead With those sweet brains still in your head. You turn your back, and I arise And look on you with rotten eyes But then you hear my hungry moans And see the flesh hang from my … Continue reading Lurching through eternity<\/span>