6 October 2012
This opulent mansion although faded and worn On All Hallows Eve is very much alive Sir Allen Edgar decorates the halls On the party sprit he will thrive
There are gossamer ghosts hung from the tree That stands alone outside The biggest intricately carved pumpkins Glow eerily on the gates with pride
Garlands of twisted black ivy Weaves and claws it's way up the stairs Even the resident ghosts Take time over the styles of their hair
Strange twisted candles are lit in the wrought iron chandeliers Casting a wicked dim light To add to the sense of fear
Tiny carved pumpkins With their glowing teeth and eyes Are carefully placed round the house To witness the last demise
No need to add cobwebs The Inn has plenty of its own Stretched out in every corner Hanging from exposed cold stone
The new guests are always in awe When they step through that door Inebriated on the macabre Carnal dancing on the dusty floor
It's when their hot red adrenaline Rushes through their drunken veins That's when he ends their lives And ticks off all their names
Deck The Halls.... Of The Carpenters Inn • Opuss № I