The Tomb

The Tomb

In spaces dark, fragments in time,

I’m haunted by an ancient rhyme.

Born of a beating pulsar,

The old song of a mother star.

Where lost it was in lurking thought,

Floating like some cosmic haunt.

Inside a tomb of rock and stone

Away from a world that could have known;

The words of that bubonic thing,

Wherefore it left me wondering.

And so, I wanted to hear it say,

No matter if it was the end of days.

Off I went into cold dark wastes,

To find the tomb from ancient space.

I walked with haste, under black skies

My body felt odd, tearful eyes.

Chills began to swiftly take hold,

Aches and pains as if I were so old.

But on I walked in the snowy depths,

Until I fell onto the steps;

Of a mausoleum, old, decrepit

A capsule of time, long since dead.

Though something here inside was kept,

From us all, where concealed it slept

And now awoke from its slumber,

Two million years later, now it hungers.

Upon the tomb I saw what said,

“Hazthrog waits in ancient dread.”

My body quaked, my head did pound,

To comprehend a word with no sound.

All along the cold stone tower

Where Hazthrog lay, dead to the hour.

My curiosity soon was peaked,

To see underneath the tomb that creaked.

Whereupon that lid I soon heaved,

All my strength so that it might leave’

From inside its cold dark hell

Despite my fears which I did quell.

My body twitched with aches and pains,

Toils that I could not disdain.

That tomb was open and so I found,

Nothing there that made a sound.

All that remained, was a warning,

Though my soul seemed empty, forlorn.

When all the sudden, a shock went through me,

A stark pain, attacked me nervously;

Bile and blood spilled forth and around,

From my lips which made not a sound.

Upon the ground I laid so cold,

Next to the tomb, so dead and old;

Where I gazed on that bubonic thing

The ancient plague which seized my being.

Darkness then consumed my thoughts,

Except that rhyme of cosmic haunts.

I heard a sound guttural tones,

The last sound of ancient moans;

“Hazthrog waits in ancient dread,

The virus alive now will spread.”