Amrix

wrapped up warm in a leather coat
leaving the house as a white ghost
fire burns the skin off my face
yellow, orange flames keep chase

through dark foggy fields at night
a large wooden cross standing upright
waves of heat ignite my skin
burning alive in the dim

cheering and chanting a solemn sound
all the men gathered in shrouds
yells and screams beckon my ears
help me, help me, is all i hear

pulled out on his face from the woods
as another piece of dung, should
dark and misty by my side
another rotting soul trying to hide

kicked and beaten pounded to red
gather around to splatter his head
no space, no room, nowhere to go
worthless souls making me choke

bruised and battered onto the floor
the cool wet ground sooth his sores
decaying mud is my only home
where tiny worms gnaw at my bones

pull him away and tie him up high
nowhere to run now or to flee
closer, move closer i see the light
trying to escape the tormented night

top of the tree with all in view
the fire is started with a long plume
piling high, soul upon soul
escaping the pit is my only hope

smoke pours over the cross
the fire begins to consume the dross
burning me up, nothing remains
the pain won’t go, i’m still the same

screams and cries echo the night
cheers and laughter return the fright
more fire, more heat, turning it up
burning again without any stops

late at night when the party has finished
starting to leave with joy undiminished
crawling, fighting trying to escape
a sea of dead men blocking the way

another day and my duty is done
at home at peace, where fears have gone
arms and legs and shoulders and feet
bodies intertwined, consumed by the deep

14/07/07