Unborn Song (Halloween Dead Life Series)

            “In an abandoned Yucatan village on the shores of the Caribbean

The cries of a child could be heard coughing and screaming,

            “But miles around the village nothing dared make a sound

Even the wind refused to blow or a leaf dared fall to the ground,

            “Under a full moon a pale young woman floated through the night air   

Radiating a barrier of ghostly images of wailing babies eternally in despair,

            “The wailing was a song about Lilon-Vida who was forced to eat her unborn

That became a horrible legend of pain, psychological trauma and child scorn,

            “Anyone that remained shook in silence and fear

But one thing it could not deny was their ability to hear,

            “The wailing transformed the blood into a bio-auditory cancerous necronic afterbirth

That feed off the flesh as well as amplifying mental anguish and hurt,

            “Some got away, but many screamed and fell

Becoming a victim to their own personal cannibalistic hell,

            “Silencing her waling babies she floated into the poorly illuminated shack

Witnessing a nurse, a doctor and a birthing mother legs open on her back,

            “The doctor instantly became overwhelmed with childbirth contractions

While microscopic fetuses tore the nurse’s reproductive system apart-a painful reaction,

             “Lilon-Vida fingers slowly merged into the newborn’s innocent face

Turning its small frail body into a brownish-gray liquefied fleshy paste,

            “What use to be a life, on the fearful mother’s face she begin to wipe

That burned into her sweaty skin like a metallic hot knife,

            “The features of the mother’s face begin to painfully twist

Panicking, she banged her head against the wall and started to release black piss,

            “Thunder overhead rumbled as dark storm clouds begin to savagely form

Accepting the sacrifice of another newborn life to the despair of the unborn,

            “What sinister fell from the sky afterwards was not considered rain

But babies dying on impact, a phenomenon of evil that would drive anyone insane,

            “A final act performed before Lilon-Vida fades into the night

Leaving behind a horror of infant mutilation for all to witness the sight,

            “To this day whenever a child is born many pray for protection and to be kept

Not knowing if the cry is that of a new life or upcoming death”.