Poetry & Art

Listen to an Original Song Written by Chris Morgan

 

Poetry

They say that Tom is cursed by love,
That he can`t see the veil,
They say the dead hear him standing above,
And from encrusted crypts they rail,
(An excerpt from a British infantry marching manual dated 1812)

 

His native bride,
Love`s dead cried,
When they put her under heel...
Tom stroked the sun,
And his rage begun,
A curse, to make men kneel...
(This is a poem written by Toby Ten, a banned African American poet who died in 1848.)

 

The Fires Fed,
The Liars Fled
In Tom`s Darkening eyes
The Flowers Crossed
The Lover`s Tossed
Forever Doomed in Cries
Their Time was Lost,
The Bell Had Crossed
Only madness can survive
The dirt they piled,
Upon Souls the riled,
Cursed flesh and horror revive.
(This is a poem written by Toby Ten, a banned African American poet who died in 1848.)

 

Scratching Corners come,
Panicked darkness drums,
Inside the blood filled box.
Until the curse in him,
Shatters worlds within,
Thus begins Tom, breaker of locks.
(This is a poem written by Toby Ten, a banned African American poet who died in 1848.)

 

From Ancient times, 
And glowing eyes, 
A power to blight the sun.
As a bell it cries, 
To ringing minds, 
A shell to make men run.
From ocean's deep, 
and volcanoes leap, 
A thing steeped in time.
From Labyrinths ridden, 
To vault's deep hidden, 
It returns to mankind malign.
From miracle lands, 
And healing hands, 
To seeds forever sewn.
From undead bands, 
To hell's demands, 
We call it by name, Godstone.
(This is a poem written by Toby Ten, a banned African American poet who died in 1848.)

 

The words ‘Tom Zombie’ from one,
Is just a little bit of fun,
The words ‘Tom Zombie’ from two,
Delivers a clue,
The words ‘Tom Zombie’ from three,
Well that sets hell free.
(This is a poem written by Toby Ten, a banned African American poet who died in 1848.)

 

Death Bring,
Lovers sing,
The Bell begins,
Its endless ring
All hail Tom,
Zombie king
(Unknown Author)

 

The Legend of Tom Zombie

They say that Tom is cursed by love,
That he can`t see the veil,
They say the dead hear him standing above,
And from encrusted crypts they rail,
(An excerpt from a British infantry marching manual dated 1812)