A touch upon a thread--
The calcified undead
Arise! A hope awakes.
The mortal crust awaits.

Within their marbled eyes
The dark defiant guise
Redeem! What haunted holes
Will claim nocturnal stroll.

Unwitting and unwise
The sunlight children lie
Abed! Their eldritch dreams
Keep close the monsters' schemes.

The pallid, ink-veined claw
Adjusts a grizzled jaw
And see! The muffled moans
Awake the slumb'ring fools.

What devilry will haunt
This wicked midnight jaunt?
But lo! It's not for eyes
As our to view demise . . .