Pendulate

Spotted eyes searching

Twisted minds contriving

Berampyre your thinking

Or fall like the procacious

With your back against the wall

YOu have so far to fall

Grasping at the dead air

Fight overwhelming viciousness

Turbulent and unfair

You struggle and lose consciousness

Your sterile seed is spread

They are the living dead

Pendulate the water

Bashing against the cleft

Cling to your life force

As it's beaten away slowly