The Hills

As the lightning strikes
The hills loom in the distance
Are they watching?
Are they waiting?
Shadows eclipsed in night
I can hear the mourning presence
They are crying
Always dying
Again

Again

And again they linger
Restless spirits entombed within
Why can’t they see
That they can’t leave?
Forever bound to this Earth
Always waiting for their rebirth
But it is said
That they are dead
Always

Always

They always seek what is lost
Moaning in their black ichor
That’s how they bleed
That’s what they seek
A way to re-enter the living
But they can’t, they are dead
Bound to the hills
Where they were killed
Long ago