25 June 2012
At the back of people's goodwill On old Clifton Street We 7000 assemble, We 7000 meet. Some without limbs, Some deaf, some blind Some wasting away, The souls that were left behind. We bring the stench of rotting flesh, We bring the fumes of Hell, Though we weren't among those snatched And shipped to Scotland for the sell. But we 7000 Are equally as damned, We will roam your hallways With our withered faces and hands. We're knocking at your windows, We're squeezing through your locks, We're the most ghoulish thing you'll see This side of the docks. We'll terrorise your slumber Until sunrays can be found And we 7000 share our grave again Buried on Stranger's Ground.
©Delilah
Haunted Belfast #1: The Stranger's Ground • Opuss № I