Death Chant

The chant that plays in the heart of every man.

The chant from ancient days.
Sings in the corridor of time always.

Death for all but the resurrected.
Death a thief your life deducted.

The cry for all does never falter.
'Where is my way out, my saving alter'?

Even in laughter the heart does cover.
Oh, cover the ancient chant trying to smother.

Fearful hearts do always distract.
They will not lay hold of this gruesome tract.

Sing infernal chant, sing I say, loader.
Sing that every heart may shutter.

Shutter till it meets you face to face.
And brings down salvation's heavy mace.

To crush you till your song has no place.
In confidence I now stand victories and you disgraced.


Copyright Rhea Crosley

Reviews

[The Dark Priest]

I love this piece well. I do a lot of antedating in my studies for my novels; you made mention of the 'old world' in association to this and this lead me to think about Indians, back to the early roman empire. Egyptians as well seemed to have a chant for death. Incredible write!
Write hard!
G.

[Lia]

I really like this piece. Very well written. Thanks for sharing x