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The Night of the Living Dead.

The house is strangely silent;

even the ghosts are haunting quiet,

Outside; the storm is fierce and violent,

but it's noise is part of this haunting night.

We speak in whispers, we are filled with fear,

of all things dead that lurk around,

Daemons that should not be here,

that should be sleeping beneath the ground.

Headstones torn like rotten teeth,

and bloody gums with torn out roots,

The rancid stench of rotten meat,

as the dead seek out forbidden fruits.

We huddle round the blazing fire,

as the wind roars round the chimney breast,

Outside the storm is screaming higher,

as the dead crawl from their reeking nests.

We pray the dead will keep on shambling,

we pray that they will pass us by,

We pray they'll find some gypsies rambling,

We pray to hear the gypsies cry.

And, if we live to see the day,

if we're still alive when this night is o'er,

Then we'll know that God has heard us pray,

And we'll be alright for one year more.

©Ambrose Harte

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Once again, I want to reblog a poem from a dear friend and add some personal thoughts plus a picture (i am a romantic at heart and always will be...).

I.m.h.o. The Night of the Living Dead is more than just a cheap horror flick.

It is a document of the 1960s.

A time of rapid social change, existential insecurity and upheaval, that filled many people with fear.

Basically that's nothing new.

It's a human condition.

Think of the epoch of (dark) romanticism. About 200 years ago, when Frankenstein created his monster.

Our time also knows a lot of fears. The best way to deal with it, is to articulate it. By means of art, too. Art that transcends our everyday experience, changes life, helps to connect with others, that think and feel like us.

Think about it...

There's a Light (for A.)...