The Walking Dead

From East of the sun
And North of the Moon
Beneath the pale starlit night
They come again
To seek the boon
That once they were pledged
By gods of old
When crossed spires were unknown

The pledge for them
to walk the earth
Just one more time
To breathe the cool sweet air
To see their beloved
All warm and snug
Before their homey hearth
All comfort just remembered

Thus they walked with staggering steps
With limbs so long unused
Dragging their rotting rotted husk
They stumbled to their doors
And lo they saw the sorrow
Of widows and widowers
They did exist no more
Cosy in others arms they rested

The motley horde they did despair
For they had long been forgotten
Curse they did for cursed they were
For pledging their souls to ancient beings
To whom promises were un-sacred
For what they had was what they kept
No discount and no refund
The souls they kept for wicked deeds

The walking dead were dead indeed
In both their mortal coil and spirit
They wandered disconsolate
To wile the night away
Until dawn breaks when they would leave
For the portal of Gehenna
Never more to come again
To regain memories that had grown faint.