river bed of bones 7

By marajadded

pictures of the killing fields

Behind the banana orchard

There runs a river downstream

Plying as a route to some villagers

In the night they say of floating lights

There are tales to be told

As the years the villagers stayed

Chief among the stories of skeletons

When local police diving squad arrived

Years ago the elders say

The river full of bones buried

Of those times in Japanese occupation

And the underworld assassins

They don't tell you

The day the night crawlers came

The dark lord and his angels

In the moon lit night shadows

Many were gone screaming at night

The bodies dumped decayed deep in the river

Nobody dared to challenge the evil lord

Then one day all just disappeared

The farmer remembers the stories

Way back when he was a small boy

Listening to the tales of the undead dead

The way the story teller spins his tales

The river-bed of bones

The many unsolved cases ago

The farmer recalled the horror

When the divers dug up many

Now he dares not tell his daugher

He looks at her so young and growing

He knows she has seen the resurrection of her mother

By the evil lord's angel in the dark night

The river bed of bones

The tales of yesteryears

All dug up piled on the river bed

As adults and children watched

The farmer remembers

Friends he knew as a young man

They disappeared without goodbye

Maybe they were part of the bones

"Well daughter the darkness arrives

The evil will come to strike terror in our eyes

You have seen in the dark shadow of dim light

The evil angels have walked the land"