Tainted Charm Poem by Paula Lubbe

These bodies pop out of the ground
With such a terrible, gut wrenching sound
They all rise to stand around me
The most terror my eyes have seen to surround me

Talking, commanding, requesting and asking
Their voices echoed through my mind
Burning and yearning, crying and screeching
They never seem to fade away or subside

Telling what to do and where to go
Telling me lies of which I already know
Their rotted charm and graveyard breath
They reek and stink of only death

Scratching and pulling, threatening and wooing
They bring about a torture, but soothing
I think I might be out of my mind
This world and these terrors have not been kind