The Damned are come...

Marching through my mind...

An air about them,

An eerie hum...

Desperate to stop them,

In my mind, a barrier erect.

Their minions blitz quickly on...

...Keep moving, without reflect.

Mind at their mercy,

Damned by my own hand...

An atrocity past,

Blood covering the sand...

Entire legions laid to rest,

Ambushed, betrayed,

By my hand were they slain...

Fire in their eyes,

A quest that never dies...

Revenge burnt into their brains,

Nothing stops them,

Not even their own bloodied remains...

Infantry of the damned

Follow me yet

Moaning their ravenous melody

Hunt unending,

Hungry for me...

My last act...

...Never will I admit my crimes:

A disturbing plea.

A cry of confession rings through the night.

The lynch mob arrives

Screaming their murderous Hymn

Bring out the slime!

The damned are freed

All but one...

The lone tormented soul,

Strangely silent...

Accepting the toll.

by Stephen L. Pollard