The Crypt Poem by Jimmy Hoffa

Souls wonder thoughtlessly in the place of death
Tombs sealed in earth rumble under thin grass
Skeletons knock on their coffins

Clattering bones walk the moonlit paths
Moon making sad shadows over graves
Spiny thorns scratch undead bodies
Moans grip the night and warn off passerby

Hurrying threw the darkness is the prince of darkness
He heads towards them under the shade of the moon
Red eyes visible under his black hood

He raises his hand and calls for silence
quite in the crypt

He talks of death and the darkness in which he came from
He takes the lost souls away to the darkness
They never return to the land of the living

Its just another day in the crypt