Dry corpse( Brazilian folklore)

Dry corpse( Brazilian folklore)

Out there neath the eldritch, inky sky

Lurks a creature, which will eventually emerge;

With his body both rotten and dry;

A creature of evil, a fearsome scourge.

Ere shuffling off this mortal coil,

He was a man, a ruffian, a thug,

Who would lay about his own mother

And then walk away, with an unthoughtful shrug.

After perishing and being laid to rest

In the womb of earth itself,

Which sick from his baleful deeds,

Brought him up lest it feel his malice.

Condemned to eternal wandering;

At liberty and in decay,

He’ll skulk behind every tree,

Roving fruitlessly till the judgement’s day.