Sonnet #4

IV

The rapine of the past revisit now
In bloody rags they beg and pray anew
The blasted ground regrets what it would show
Its vaults will hold what killers never knew:
Decayed, the dead, the land they shall renew
When years and centuries have passed and past
Long dead the violent do not pursue
Each broken skull we hope to be the last 
But graves they cannot hold the phantoms fast
Their vapors issue forth in desperate haste
The necromantic ritual is cast
We close our eyes in unholy disgrace
We raiseth souls to cruelly cast them down
The living land in death shall surely drown.