The graveyard was nice and serene Until somebody caused a big scene And woke these old bones From beneath their headstones For the purpose of recycling A young necromancer stood by And ordered our bones to comply So, we shuffled along Though we knew it was wrong For skeletons never were spry The young necromancer, named Hal Saw that we were low on morale “Cheer up, now” he said “for you’re no longer dead! And soon you will be my new pal!” He marched us into a great pit Where our bones were mixed up and split With others, purloined To then be conjoined Into something I dare not admit While looking for things to add on Hal realized we were a great pawn So, he marveled in awe But forgot one small flaw That the magic lasts only ‘till dawn When sunlight began to appear Our bones collapsed with a cheer And Hal was distraught That his work was for naught And urged him to change his career
If you liked this poem, you can find it and more in my upcoming collection By the Bones, which will be released Halloween 2020!
