Shade 47: The Great Zombie Uprising

Where will you be
When the zombies arise
And try to reclaim the streets
With corpse-rotting flesh
They are lusting for brains
And other such humanly meats
They’ve a lumbering walk
a low lifeless moan
And no need to rest or desist
They will come for you
In numbers so vast
That no man can hope to resist
So go get a twelve-gauge
Some Kevlar and nades
For there’s only a small upper-hand
Get to some high ground
And board up the door
It is time to make a stand

Shade 46: Peak Through, O Moon, the Clouds of Night

I want to quit, I feel I can
And quitting here is great
I want to know that I am he
Who’s master of his fate
I want to know I’m not the man
I always say I’m not
I want to show myself I can
Be stronger than I thought

Shade 45: Camouflage of Time

The trees have overgrown this place
And shrubs and weeds spring tall
The walls barely visible ‘neath the tangling ivy
Yet vividly this place I recall
These tumbling ruins still are great in my mind
It reminds me how fleeting we are
That once a great tower stood with such strength
But in no time has fallen so far
And from any distance would pass unnoticed
As it melds to the forest behind
Though once this spot was a landmark of my youth
It is difficult and trying again to find

Shade 44: Charter of the Martian Farmer

Oh stand and swear allegiance to he who declares his rule
And be counted among the subjects living artery to a fool
Tis known to all that dukes and kings are naught but thieves and charmers
But he with any intellect pays respect to the league of farmers

Shade 43: Hero Awaken

When sun first dawned across the scape of iron-laden red
The towering peaks of crimson slag bemoaned their ancient stead
For a new sun stretched his fingers wide across the barren sands
And through forgotten fires forged this vile and desolate land
Where bitter winds and haunting silence the bravest men would scorn
Within this cruel and jagged jungle a kingdom of Men was born

Shade 42: Arctic Impasse

The patient one sits in his icy cave
While the tundra outside grows white
He is wrapped in his fur with his firewood low
And concern on his face grows tight
Can he brave where the snow cascades o’er the land
To make up for the meals he stupidly missed
But what if he goes and he can’t get back
And he winds up frozen in the piling drifts
Or does he sit tight with his meager warmth
And wait to see how his situation might improve
Perhaps a mammoth will stray or the snow will stop
Should he stay and starve or should he move

Shade 41: Ghost in the Back of My Head

I see you in shadows
When I’m out on the street
I know it can’t be you but I look again
And in the crowd I see your face

I see you in shadows
When I’m ready for sleep
I try not to remember but there you are
Like a roadmap to a familiar place

I see you in shadows
When I’m thinking of youth
I wish I didn’t it’s more bitter than sweet
So I still try to not recall

I see you in shadows
Though years have rolled by
And for whatever reason I think I am glad
At least I still see you at all