Procession Of The Dead

The ice cracks

Below shallow footsteps

Drudging unknowingly on

The darkness impedes

The slow procession

Of thoughtless followers

Marching toward endless slavery

The ice breaks

Screams, cries, death

Eaten unsparingly by the earth

Fallen to the depth

From which none shall rise

As the leaders laugh on

At the pitiful dredges

So willing to die

For nothing.