Grave Robber
They only come out late at night
Vampires with shovels,
sucking dry the remains of skeletons
It's a morbid occupation
that demands amoral nerves of steel
And a taste for the ghoulish,
an appetite for dining on casket top meals
Windy whispers in the dark
doesn't faze them at all
Critters scurrying about
is just a regular office call
It's what's to be found that makes it all worthwhile
Buried deep beneath the ground
in miry pits, adjacent to
massive headstones,
are the spoils gathered when the dead was living
In the grimy hands of grave robbers
it now belongs
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