Poetry Wednesday #55

I wrote this some 10-12 years ago.  It's a song, meant to be sung in a march.  It's infinitely unfinished.  I wrote it with the idea that I'd just keep adding names and stories to it.  You'll get the picture when you read it.  I hope. ~AJ 

Army of the Damned

There's a ghost.  There's a ghoul.

I'm a fighter.  I'm a fool.

In this army of the damned.

We will march.  We will fight.

We will bleed through the night.

O! This army of the damned.

Look there's Fred, lost his head

In a battle with the dead.

Now he's joined their ranks instead

Of still breathing.

Here is Jon, he marches on,

He swears he'll never see the dawn

Pretty soon he'll be long gone

From the living.

So we march.  So we fight.

I hope I live through the night

In this army of the damned.

We have men.  We have might,

But we don't know what is right,

We're the army of the damned.