Returned To Dust
Returned to dust.
The bones of the dead have gone,
Once they are picked clean.
Their rags and gold left behind,
for grave diggers to plunder.
Beware of curses,
that are inscribed deep in stone.
To take such effort,
implies that the need is true
and death or worse awaits you.
You do not believe?
Look about you, on the floor.
See not the dry blood?
Where do you think it came from?
Turn around and you'll find out.
My Halloween offerin for Oct. 7th
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