These Fields Are Lurking (Seven Pairs of Demon Eyes)

There he lies; haunted, hunted, beaten, tortured,

hanged and eaten. Encumbered by the past of these seven

apparitions.

"Where am I?" "Did I just die?" No one in sight.

Scanning his surroundings for where they might lie.

The Prisoners, one by one, left him traumatized. Now

only seven empty stakes pierce a blood red sky.

He runs but stumbles, tries to crawl, to flee from this

macabre scene. With broken bones, blind and shocked,

can't comprehend what he has seen.

The wet earth trembles and war winds howl like

Wehrmacht-wolves on hungry prowl. "These fields are

more than I can see! I cannot take this!"

These fields are lurking as black hail falls like ashen

blades. These fields are closing in to bury him with

frozen spades.

On bitter taste of blood he gags. Dragging on with

broken legs to break loose from the horrid stench of

burning lives and burning flags.

With elbows through the mud he drags himself forward!

Forward! "I shall escape this plot. I must! I will!"

The wind lies down and the earth stands still. Black

hail fire stings no more. Dear lord above, did I escape

that hellish place of gore?

He ends up where it all began. Seven pair of demon

eyes. Seven fearsome demon smiles.

Trapped in a paranormal chain. Bound to suffer endless

warfare, torture, fear and pain.

So ends this tale of fates aligned. A prophecy of war

entwined into bloody knots that won't unwind. This

ominous recording is all that's left behind:

"Sunday, October third, 6 p.m. rain..."