Twelve Men Blues Poem by alexandros filippakis

Eleven men were marching in the graveyard
playing a music that made shake my feet
they were all dressed in coal black clothes
and i thought they had someone to meet

The field was all covered with wet leaves
the men kept walking under the sky's tears
rain, moan, music and fear were all around them
but they knew well that their man was near

All of a sudden they heard a voice calling
and-Oh, my Lord believe me- i heard it too
that person was standing severe in their way
asking them to do fast what they came to do

They took him with them out of the graveyard
he walked in front and the others followed him
the music they played turned into glorious
and all the twelve voices joined into a hymn

So when you hear about some strange stories
if you would like to narrate a tale you too
remember the words i have just told you
about eleven men that went to save their dude