• There was a person
    By the graveyard
    Watching what may come
    The souls are restless
    They want prey
    He just watch
    When he see what may become the next meal
    He wore a robe and some type of tool
    But so he watched
    The victims are a family to mourn
    This is their last mourn
    The robed man lifted his bony finger
    The the souls attacked
    Strangling the victims
    The are struggling
    You can see the legs move but no contact
    The robed man walked down the alley
    The night gave away the robed man's cover
    The robes disappear into a skeletal system
    The tool is now a scythe
    He floats now to the cold victims
    Feasts on their souls
    And waits for tomorrow...