Flung a tale by my ignorant mind.
He digs himself a grave.
Coffin strapped on his back.
Lying down the earthy hole.
Waiting for the moon to pass.
Soon after, he will rise.
Walk again and travel.
To dig up another grave.
Wait till the moon has gone.
The cycle goes on and on.
A curse of neither life nor death.
But of the crypt bandersnatch.
He digs himself a grave.
Coffin strapped on his back.
Lying down the earthy hole.
Waiting for the moon to pass.
Soon after, he will rise.
Walk again and travel.
To dig up another grave.
Wait till the moon has gone.
The cycle goes on and on.
A curse of neither life nor death.
But of the crypt bandersnatch.
