Dead and Gone

"Dead and Gone"

July 3, 2009

Dedicated to my Mother (she knows why)

J. L. Foster

Dead and gone, dead and gone…

That should have been the lost soul’s song.

He lived a life that brought much pain

Into the lives of those he had slain.

His course ran long – some say too long.

But when he died, some souls – they cried.

Their tears sank deep into the earth

To where his ashes had found rebirth.

An act of magic or a spell from hell,

Whichever one, no one could tell.

But the tears were enough to spark new life

Into this cannibal’s soul that night.

A storm began to grow above

And with it rain fell without love.

It burned into the skin of the ones

Who caused this curse to come undone.

Ashes rose and the black rain poured.

It sank into this desperate horde

Eating at their flesh and bones

Until their clothes remained alone.

And when the spirit grew mightily strong

He gathered himself, and it was not long

Before the cannibal was once again whole

And free to continue his merciless goal.