Graverobbers

Graverobbers

By day we dig holes in the light
Such is our, gravediggers’, plight
But none must know where come dark we dig
A sacrilege we do commit, quite big

The graveyard is our work, our home
We mind no longer if banshees here roam
We toil away, we shovel snow and earth
Is really death the opposite of birth?

At night, when no one but the gargoyles see
Sneak inside we always do – secrecy is key
Return to graves still fresh we must
And dig them up, before Sun’s rays the night’s horizon bust

Cadavers’ skin pale white, the flesh in rot
Not to the weak of heart our trade is taught
We take what treasure we can find, we do it swift
And give to earth the body back, like some macabre gift

But one time not all went as well
Because a corpse enchanted was, by some evil spell
We dug the soil, out came the wooden box
Heavy it was, like filled with led-bound rocks

Inside it lied a maiden, beautiful and fair
Not spoilt at all, the gods of death on her merciful were
But just I was taking the ring from her finger
A look otherworldly on me seemed to linger

I felt quite strange, but I’m a hardy man
It takes more than a look to throw me off-plan
But things stopped there not, how did we not see?
A cursed thing we uncovered, swift we must flee!

As fast I can I ran for the gates
I feared so to suffer the worst of fates
For a touch of undead not peaceful death brings
But a lonely existence, after life’s last bell rings

Escaped I in time, for fortune was with me
Not all from our crew could so decree
Some now walk, nor living, nor dead
Forever they’re hungry, yet never they’re fed

And so with a heavy heart each night I climb the fence
I think of those who’re cursed by such coincidence
A cruel job it is, this graverobbing of ours
Where not the worst fate is to end life behind bars…