Of the Ones Who Knock by Night

Night falls on sick-stained cobbles Rats scurry, beggars hide This plague ghetto quivers in fear Waiting for those who come by night None who see them live to tell But on every door they knock The scraping of stone against stone And the knocking, forever knocking Lord save us The virgin Etched in granite Plague born Rotted from within Her jaw Stretched wide, screaming Her fist Rending flesh The streets run red Forgotten dead God forsaken Demons reign The blood trails To the chapel Final horror Lord save us