XX (A and B)

XX

(A)

And in the distance

a horn could be heard

blowing across the hill

and a child ran into his father’s arms

‘What is it, Saul?’ He asked.

‘He’s coming, oh father’

‘Who is?’

‘Death’ His son froze ‘Death himself’

(B)

Mummifying his yells

Their grunts and mumbles after a few minutes

Grew louder and louder

The more of them came from the shadows

From the back of the University

All the way down to the Library.

Some were freshly turned

Perhaps as quickly as hours ago

And others looked like they had been dug up

From some forgotten graveyard

Or shipped in across the oceans.

All were greeted by Mandrake’s guns

‘How many bullets do you have?’ Brooks looked at him

‘Enough’ He smiled shooting the head off another

‘Several hundred?’ The Man in Black shivered

‘I’ll then move onto biting their heads off’

And everybody believed him.