They thought he was Dead,
Thought they could keep him Down.
Blunt force trauma to the Head,
Six feet Underground.
Dormant for 100 Years,
Till a Party of five built a Bonfire.
Mardi Gras music found his Ears,
Celebrating a Dance on his Funeral Pyre.
Music Ceases,
Souls Circle the Blaze.
Torch refueling Centurion Reaches,
Glowing Amber Eyes within the fire meet his gaze.
Punching fist explodes in sparks,
Skeletal figure pulls itself from the earth.
Running, Scattering, crowd departs,
Mud cakes to bone triggering Rebirth.
Frame leaping shoots like a cannon,
Skull screeches sound sonic jet.
Looking around face grinning demon,
Plunging to the heart of the Sunset....
