Cold, misty air suffocated them as they walked by,

Three brothers clad in naught but bone.

Cursed by a devil, they were

Convicted for sins which they must atone

But the brothers were distraught, perturbed, and clearly upset

For they were accused of crimes they didn’t commit. 

Yet, who would quarter such pitiable cadavers? 

Unlikable horrors, walking corpses seeming straight from a crypt.

Such is the tale of the three skeleton brothers

Forever roaming, forever bemoaning, forever searching… for a home.