Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Archeologists be Damned

Archeologist, fancy word

For grave robber, who dared my curse,

Invaded my tomb, and I stirred.

A fine mist of me did dispense,

Entering openings within

These vile creatures, to take me with

Them as they left their scene of sin,

To later learn my curse, no myth,

As vengeful inside this doomed lot,

I slowly began to decay

Them outward in a painful rot,

Until all just rotted away.

When these grave robbers robbed my tomb,

Archeologists dug their doom.