Wander beneath blood-black skies, who art thou ravished? <br />Under sickly mounds of human squander; these purgatorial shades, <br />E’er bare hellish laughter. Wherefore wander these, tormented minds? <br />Swelter beneath blood-smear masks, of dead masquerades. <br /> <br />Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander, <br />Treading eerie Limbo, henceforth, endlessly ere gates of hell; <br />Scratching madly with eyeballs back in their brains, <br />Drowning themselves within screeching calls of Dawn’s tolling knell.<br /><br />Catherine Beahl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-for-lost-boys-2009/
