Death Never Resting

In the graveyard, where the dead doth lay,

There crawls a creature, most foul and grey.

A giant worm, with eyes so cold

It digs and writhes, uncontrolled

 

The moon doth shine on its slimy skin

As it feeds on the graves and the bodies within

Its hunger knows no bounds or care

As it feasts on the dead, who are lying there.

 

Beware, dear reader, if you chance to see

This monster of death, so vile and beastly.

Flee, flee, with all your might

Lest you become its next, ghastly delight

 

For once it has you in its grasp

There is no escape, no chance to gasp

You will be trapped, forever more,

In the clutches of this ancient horror.