This one is for all ye undead types out there...not necessarily something a
flamboyant Bard can relate to, but I know some of ye can.      <g>




            Between Life and Death
          (Submitted by Morngrym)

     Escaping the icy, dark tomb of earth
     Slow, heavy movement...pulling upwards
     Creaking, popping, never meant to move again
     Struggling, with inhuman strength...born!
     Air again, but no breath - Hunger
     Aching hunger...can't resist.

     Crawling on bony hands and knees
     Rising to stand tall again
     Only half of what went in...enough.
     Sight with hollow sockets
     Sound within an empty skull...thick.
     Dull, so many old sensations dead.

     Musty decay everywhere...cold.
     No comfort, no life, no grave
     Dusty stench, no stomach to sicken
     One foot in front of the other
     Awkward movement, no heart for it
     Cloaked in the embrace of night    

     Smell it?  Life...crimson life...
     The hunger again, dominating
     Must find it, have it!  Jealousy.
     Snarl, ferocious...no other purpose.
     Silent moans and tears of dust
     Caught in between...
     ...longing for release...



By Morngrym Verigost
     Knight-Commander
     Bard of KORT!