I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night
I went to the window to see the sight
All the Dead that ever I knew
Going one by one and two by two

On they pass'd, and on they pass'd
Townsfellows all, from first to last
Born in the moonlight of the lane
Quench'd in the heavy shadow again

Schoolmates, marching as when we play'd
At soldiers once—but now more staid
Those were the strangest sight to me
Who were drown'd, I knew, in the awful sea

Straight and handsome folk; bent and weak, too
Some that I loved, and gasp'd to speak to
Some but a day in their churchyard bed
Some that I had not known were dead

Wow. Great write. It feels much older than it is and the tone fits well.

I really enjoyed this.

Strange, dark, perhaps gothic.

"Born in the moonlight of the lane" is my favourite line.

And the images of the wandering dead are ace!

You know, the more i keep re-reading this, the more i think it's great. So moved by it i am, that i have had to get drunk and stoned in front of my computer, which is possibly not a good idea, as i dont think computers and alchohol/drugs mix very well. However, i think i will go to bed tonight with the pleasure of a really dark fantsy about zombies and moonlight and some rural vilage out in the styx somwhere, whilst i am all snuggly and warm, wrapped up in my duvet.

As i have allready said, i really like this poem, and now i am just stating to waffle on, so i think i'd better leave it here.