The graveyard lies in fields of mist In the dead of night, the statues carved with stone come to life The corpses awakening from their slumber They shift and twist, searching for their sacrifice In the pale moonlight, driven by death itself Waiting for their next victim to arrive

There lived a cat of great intrigue, Whose secrets were well nigh incognito. With every silent step and sly meow, His powers would reveal only when he'd allow.