In the veil of the night

I wandered about at the bole of a tree it did light

I deemed it a stone at first glance, no doubt something in me was lured by its sight

First feeble and dim but then it did shine in the shade and the colours of gold

Thither I hurried, no longer

I strolled

Methought it was something divine

Firmly I grasped and now i beheld

No precious did someone bequeath,

I tossed it from me and terribly yelled ...a skull with a golden teeth!

First feeble and dim but then it did shine in the shade and the colours of gold

That thing of aghast it rolled and it rolled till it stopped at one place of malign

Led by a dream by light deceived

Light-hearted

I strolled through the night

But what the horror of that ghastly thing?

It is just a burial site...

God may know why

I frantically graved, where that death's head did cover the ground - but what did

I see! Unsound and depraved, my remains and their burial mound

But the horror of that ghastly thing did show me my burial site