Hands of the Dead Date: Thursday, 6th November 2014 @ 03:20:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: northernlights Billy Grotes and long necked Ned Felt at home amongst the dead. Shovel and pick to dig the earth, Toothless grins,a roguish mirth. Moonlit nights and devilish deeds, Lilies the queens of deadly weeds. Bedsteads stony rest their backs, Leathery skin lined with cracks. A hoppin and a jumpin on every head, Trampling down the souls of the dead! Singing their songs of ghoulish delight, A bloody thirst for deeds of the night! Fiends of fury and ghouls of gruesome, Driven by hell an insatiable twosome! Rotting flesh rings smell of death, Staring eyes from lack of breath. Feasting like kings with silent guest, Skeletons dance at their request. Mortals turn shades of shocking white, When hands of the dead wave at night! Ned's long neck they stretch at gallows, His Haunting cries ring out at Hallows! E'en the bells a voice from the dead, Calling old Billy to join his young Ned! This poem is Copyright © northernlights Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=179596