A moonlit night his blessing,
He comes to the tomb, 
Shovel in hand.
He stabs at at the soil,
Defenseless though it be.
He tears apart the grass
Until he reaches her.
By the cord around her neck,
He drags her from the lidless box.
Did they not care enough, he wonders,
To cap it off with stone?
Her skin is dark and peeling,
Her eyes are almost gone. 
Her withered lips are haunting;
Her tears dried long ago.
He pulls her by the silver cord -
The one she dangled from
That night not long ago.
He plans to burn her body;
He does not tell her why.
He does not see the single tear
Fall from her empty eye.
And in a rage she wakens,
And grabs him by the throat.
In one bite she devours
His heart and mind and soul.
Oh, why did I do such a thing
Upon that moonless night?
All eternity I wander,Taking souls each moonless night.