with a low bellow
holy and slow
it calls
a primal chorus
carried on the backs of
ancient winds
inherited sins
old relics
echo as ghosts
against the walls of
living tombs
pulsing revenant
shakes the bones of
broken homes
(slipshod shacks of hollow stones)
archaic strongholds groan
with desperate tones
a beckoning
from souls departed
the reckoning
for evil imparted