The priest said all he had to say;
believed her bones in place would stay.
So it caused him much dismay
when her corpse up and danced away.
The grave released its captive pearl;
away in darkness she did whirl,
smiling with what’s left of lips,
wisps of hair and swaying hips…
Ashen skin and still of heart,
pale glass eyes reflect
the lust for life that brought her back for
more stories to collect.
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