Per 
AS
All was fine on a sunset evening.
But that changed when the grave keepers were leaving.
Out of the ground, a hand raised.
What came after, was surely crazed.
A stitched and mutilated body came out of the ground.
This body had o-so-many wounds.
This shambling monstrosity had a plan.
That is when he began.
Pounding on the graves to raise his friends out of their graves.
For the monster, it just depraves.
After hours it stopped, before sunrise, he said: I am still better of dead!
