Lathered up in slobber/They/the
dripping grave robbers/
They/
the ripping grave robbers/Are
the stealing Flesh-Eaters/Are
the peeling skin seekers and
the sucking meat people
from the Tower Church steeples in
the Sunday Sun/
Shining/As the Restless Dead/Climbing
from their Stinking Crypts/
SCREAMING/
But there’s no one to give Tribute to an Undead Queen/
She/
a Floating Fancy
in the Howling Night/Fancy Her a Terror/Priest-Preying/She’s
a Vicious Beast Slaying/And She adds now to Her Number that
to thrall Her Means/Children of Her Dark Deeds/Are the Children
of The Darkness/Are
in Praise/And She
in Starkness/Laughs/Can Only take Delight now as their Undead
Queen/
27 October 1991
I’M NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK #11
Finnegan