Icy Echoes

The darkness takes me
through lands of undead strife

bodies alive
but lacking soul or will
empty eyes
devoid of life
look without seeing
search without finding
for the life they once had known
for the spirit that once endowed
their form with light

and then
in wordless horror
I hear the screams
of spirits torn from flesh
imprisoned on another plane

desperation
heard in icy echoes
enters my being
like needles of ice
enveloping

and I scream myself awake

? Michaelette ?

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