Again

They stalked inside the age old tomb

Buried alive, fated for doom,

Barely living, hard surviving

Ages had passed inside the gloom.

.

Stark white skin like age old leather

Clinging to bones that slowly tired

Eyes hanging low, sunken, drunken

Mouth held in a twisted sneer.

.

Clumps of hair on clumps of scalp

Yellowed with age like the tip of the Alps

Ripped breaches, shoes gone to waste,

These were the men that lived a disgrace.

.

Tomb hewn with age and weather

About to collapse at the push of a whisker

Falling fast, raining sunlight

Blithered on the spot, a chance at a new life.

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