Grave Robbers Poem by Wes Thompson

he was left underground to never be found
until the day he was buried
when the river was drowned
and god gave him a tongue for the words he had spun
laughed so hard he could cry
'thy will shall be done'
in the cold moon lit night she gave up the fight
so she held her life close
to let go without fright
she was left with a hiss from the venomous kiss
that she put on his lip
with a soft spoken quip
'never was his to keep without a heart left to reap
all I had was his hope
so I hope he shall weap'