Limbo

The spirits of which I speak
The images I see
Are not the ghosts of death
But of reality

The vampires of the heart
The werewolves of the mind
Are not from out the tomb
Death is not unkind

These haunt the Earth by daylight
They feed upon a fear
A fear they find in living
Limbo is their sphere

The forms they hold are human
The blood they drink still lives
Eating out the souls
Of all save negatives

Who can rid us of them?
How long can we fight?
When spirits can't be killed
Unless they're of the night

© 1981 JVD