The Undead Ghost

corpse lays brief on the concrete sheet.
looks as though your life was incomplete.
as if the reaper rendered your life obsolete.
not all goals had the luxury to be meet.
vultures hover the sky for the rotting meat.
swooping down in a kamikaze style feat.
but they pause in mid air due to a retreat.
the body moves and rises to its feet.
a aura lifts the body and the weight of life brings it to its knees.
the wounds heal, scars mend the bodies seal.
the eyes come alive and show a dim light.
the great undead has taken a new host.
this specter deemed to be a holy ghost.
to live re-born cursed under the full moon for eternity.
branded by his loss on his left hand to gain a new fight in the moonlit night.
bound by blood, chained by light, eat alive the wicked corrupted.
the spirit remains dormant within the body of the unaware host hardly disrupted.
his soul will never be corrupted.
he is the unwoven undead, bound to no man.
the ghost.