There is a hole in the ground by the old church,
And I know they have run out of bodies to bury.
Why does this latest blessing feel like a curse?
Why do lifted spirits are so hard to carry?
The grass is slowly dying on the ancient graves
As the cemetery rots away, grey and abandoned.
I have the souls of heroes hidden in the lakes,
Now their waters have grown green and rancid.
This is just a town that is looking for answers,
And we are running on empty for decades now.
This is just my town with its necromancers,
And its infinite power to torture and drown.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 