Skeleton Mafia

Bones clack louder than a poker chip stack,

Coffin lids crack, they back from pitch black.

Skull-faced dons, cigars in ghostly hands,

Haunt the alleyways, no need for contraband.

Phantom suits, tailored from the midnight mist,

Ribs like prison bars, death's clenched fist.

Skeleton Mafia, creeping through the fog,

Rattle in the shadows, unseen dialogue.

Skeleton Mafia, no blood, just bone,

Cold as the tombstone, they move unknown.

Graveyard councils, plans carved in stone,

Jawbone debates in an echoing tone.

They don’t eat, but they feast on fear,

Death’s accountants, balance books of the unclear.

No heart to beat, yet power still grows,

Underworld empire, the grave dirt knows.

Who leads the pack? No face, just a crown,

No pulse, but the city's knees bow down.

Silent revolvers, whispers of dust,

Every deal they touch turns marrow to rust.

Skeleton Mafia, creeping through the fog,

Rattle in the shadows, unseen dialogue.

Skeleton Mafia, no blood, just bone,

Cold as the tombstone, they move unknown.

When the moonlight hits, they gather in rows,

Hollow sockets gleam, a secret death knows.

Skeleton Mafia, a kingdom of ash,

Forever they haunt, till time itself crash.