Resurrection
Your ghosts versus our ghosts
Crying out each other hoarse
Raising toast to the last drop of wine
And they say Ahoy!
The graveyard’s now ancient
Yet there’s no undergrowth
Like a king’s palace
Of yester years
They cry for the summoner
Ahoy! Resurrection, Ahoy!
The battle lines drawn again
Little sympathies wearing masks
Protruding veins of blood
They carry scythes around their necks
As more time passes
Resurrection nears the half limit
Shouts of Ahoy! Dies down
Your ghosts versus our ghosts
Retreating endless times
They will fight another night
When moons will cry atop the grimes
The graveyard for a generation will stay still
Hour 7