Skeleton

I am a walking bone pile.

I am what is left after your body rots.

I am a monster vile,

your nightmares I will haunt.

I will attack you with a sword.

I will hack you with an axe.

I am commanded by my evil lord

to give you forty whacks.

My lord is dark as endless night.

He summoned me from death’s embrace-

A shadowed king devoid of light,

I hunt the living in his place.

I have no family, no race.

I am not male or female.

I have not a sexy face;

With me you do not want to dwell.

If you see me,

after you I will come.

Scared of me, you should be,

if I were you, I’d run.

I am a horror.

Me you should dread.

If I get you,

I’ll make you one of the dead.