By Vincent Valentine

Bodies are laid to rest in dismal crypts

They lay there undisturbed and at peace

The site is very calm and practically serene in the stillness of night

But loiter not the spirits in tombs

Thus the quiet spirits arise and take flight

As phantoms of the night

The graveyard is where they linger

Observing and thrusting finger

At the living that enter their gloomy lair

Enveloped in the murky air

Of the bizarre world of souls departed

And as I trod in this realm of cosmic confusion

The events I behold are beyond my own rational conception

And so now is the question:

How to describe the acts of specters?

However, I am presently quite over-involved, as it were

So I shall endeavor write you, if at all I am viable in this absolutely horrid place I do say, but in letters

I bid you adieu in the world of the living

Yours truly…