Revenants

The paradigm of they who walk the earth —
Eternal hunger walking with them all —
Is immortality, a sacred call,
Bestowed to them, a freedom singing mirth.

But truly realize and know their worth
And you will see by solitude, they fall —
They waste away, their minds an endless hall
Of never-ending doors of death’s rebirth.

They kill, not care — they feed, not fear. They hate
The world, the Hell, and Heaven’s wisdom fire.
Imagine what it must be like to wait
For night to come so you can hunt the game —
Believing that the silence is your sire,
And all the days you live would be the same.

Pierre Roustan