The loathsome creatures hide from light of day
Beneath the empty crypts near Blakeley's Field,
And when a mausoleum's doors are sealed,
The silent tenant makes an easy prey.
They wait like vultures by the graveyard way
And lurk behind the tombstones well-concealed,
But now and then their presence is revealed:
An open grave where once a body lay.

The coffin's wood to them is just a box
To hold inside their long-awaited feasts
Laid out in state for them by human fools.
Their tunnel warrens foil the strongest locks
And lay the graveyards open to the beasts
So none can stop the feeding of the ghouls.

© 1997 Christopher B. Hicks

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