A robe found immortality
Wandering the sands at dusk
Scanning the horizon for expired vessels
The cemetery was a ways off
It waited for new deliveries
But the living didn’t care
They were celebrating over the vessels
That had once been menacing
And the robe wanted to erase
Those laughing things
Even though they proved to be just peculiar
They continued laughing
Becoming goblins or other ghoulish sentinels
Taking the grains of the desert and hiding them
Inside fading laughter
So the robe decided to bide its time
Skirting the goblins
Appreciating a long life
And waiting for the mirth to stop
Survival would be easy then