Dead Next Door - Creature Feature

There’s a decaying house by the cemetery

Not a soul can be caught passing there after dark

Someone lives there unseen, left in solitary

An estate bordering the city of the dead

Every night in the midst of the witching hour

A dark shape can be seen silently treading the graves

What grim madness occurs, quiet as a whisper

A ghoul haunts the headstones under the veil of fog

What does he do at night?

Concealed and out of sight

Digging by lantern-light in the graveyard

On the outskirts of town

Working without a sound

Six feet into the ground in the graveyard

Long before the moon wanes over the ossuary

A lone phantom departs, fleeing without a trace

Now the graves are empty, hidden by the shadows

The departed inside vanished without a trace

What does he do at night?

Concealed and out of sight

Digging by lantern-light in the graveyard

On the outskirts of town

Working without a sound

Six feet into the ground in the graveyard

What lies in this quiet home?

Down and from the catacombs

What’s inside of every room?

Bodies snatched from their tombs

Corpses posed in effigy

Exhumed a new family

What does he do at night?

Concealed and out of sight

Digging by lantern-light in the graveyard

On the outskirts of town

Working without a sound

Six feet into the ground in the graveyard