From The Grave

From the furial heavens the lightning forks, like a serpent's tongue
Reanimating the dead of night to life, above the cemetery's throng
Over weathered memorials, there's a maelstrom of rolling thunder
Moving the earth beneath, as detestation stirs, from six feet under
Tombstones crack and crumble, the sodden soil slowly tears apart
Hideous skeletal figures emerge from the earth, to a different dark
Exhorting the kith and kin of corpses, as one by one the dead arise
Gods awake too late, to see the esurience, in the cadaverous eyes
Rakeshame revenants climb to ascension, through the fallow sods
And stand in the storm, imbued in the fiery throes of lightning rods
Vicious discharges still frame's their corruption, for life they crave
Exhumed from oneirodynia, but who is screaming from the grave?