Evening on Karl Johan

Care to take a walk tonight?

The zombies are at play.

Evening settles on a town

of revenants at play.



I walk this footpath every night 

but never have I seen

such a motley crew before.

Whatever can it mean?



Staring blankly forward.

Gazing through your soul.

Ripping all that's inside, out.

Making pieces from what's whole.



I challenged, once, a revenant

to speak what was on her mind.

Never, got I, a reply.

Nothing did I find?



I walk this footpath every night

and They are always there.

Rarely do I notice them,

these visions of nightmares.



I wonder where the zombies go,

and from where they come.

And why they stare so sadly

as if, of life, they've none.



I walked the Karl Johan once,

and I've walked there ever since.

Care to take a walk tonight?

And join us on our stint?