They dug the coffin up today
"Her spirit lingers still," they say
So they must burn the bones away
to lay her soul to rest
I watched them excavate her grave
That earthy tomb, that deathly cave
And paced, but no word loosely gave
though fear burned in my breast
At last their instruments struck wood
They hauled it up fast as they could
And pried the lid off, as they should
It was as I'd have guessed
The others' present breath had caught
Her corpse had just begun to rot
Her fingers, bloodied, as I'd thought
And scratched to bone, at best
They rushed to pour the kerosene
To rid us of this ghostly fiend
But all too late, there rose a scream
Its terror full expressed
There, before me, draped in white
A specter in the hazy night
Her hand outstretched, I could not fight
Nor so much as protest
And as the life fled from my eyes
I caught a glimpse of my allies
Who simply looked on, paralyzed
At our inhuman guest
They got their wish, she's gone at last
Avenged the wrong done in her past
Each desperate scratch, from first to last
Had made her more obsessed
They burned the coffin and the lid
Did everything they ought have did
And of her ghost, the town is rid
But mine, they've yet to best.
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