Those that dig in sacred ground,
Where neither living or dead still walk.
Best know risk weighed against reward,
For curses these grounds do stalk.
He once dug up graves to take their treasure, a few pieces of silver or brass. With each grave he robbed he lost a little more of himself until he wasn’t even human enough to die. Now he wonder forgotten trails and lost graveyards trying to find his death. Refusing to consider that with each new grave disturbed he gets a little further away.
5 empty water bottles-free
Weed roots- free
Shovel- 2.00 yard sale
Wood stain- 2.56
Paper skull- 2.00