and the dead shall inherit the earth a potion sipped by moistened tongue ; a mind whose thoughts are freely spun ; a hand thats firm but gently held ; and whispered words of tortured spell ; the magic flows like well-made web ; the content sings of pain and dread ; the corpses flung from death betrayed have stirred , are rising from their graves ; the silence gasps as movement creeps , and once again are they who sleep whose hands decayed and eyes of dust upward through dirt are thrust ; the earth is bleeding tangled dead with drops of blood that quickly spread across the cemetery lawn like frozen thoughts unbidden drawn ; a voice of driest crinkled leaf has summoned them , said , come to me .