the uncles
would say
that the spirits
walked upon
the earth at night
touching you
when your fears
became too great
they said
you could tell
when they were near
for the hounds
would cry
with voices not their own
voices of men
or women
who had been
prisoners upon this earth
chained to their days
in the fields of fear
beaten with whips
of promises of things to come
in the afterlife
streets of gold
virgin brides
eternal peace
but none
are real
they are but
passing glances
from an unrequited love
glances that led these souls
into the darkness of belief
where the only light
is from the embers of their souls
an embers
not bright enough
to show the way