16 February 2013
In a castle high up in the forest, Where the living dare not stay, An eerie presence is waiting, For you to come its way.
Come within its boundaries, Its magnetism pulls you forth, To a chamber filled with horror, And where ghostly figures work.
The days are as quiet as graveyards, The Citizen's Book opens up, A sinister finger moves down the page, And soon in a moment it stops!
Then in the deadly silence, At 12 o'clock at night, A wakening noise emerges, From within the dungeon's site.
A coffin slowly opens, Out rises a figure of fright, He's tall and thin and loathesome, His eyes are red burning bright.
His skin is a blueish yellow, The teeth are crimson and black, With incisors as sharp as lances, He'll use to pierce your neck.
He puts on his black coat of satin, With lining as red as cold blood, A ruby ring he puts on his finger, And a chain round his neck with a stud.
Then in a moment of magic, He metamorphosis's into a bat, Then flies away to seek out his prey, He'll soon be at her flat.
With consummate ease he slips in to please, Through a window that hadn't been closed, Then transforms himself in a second, To a Devil she doesn't know.
He pierces her neck and sucks on her blood, Until he can't take any more, Then seals the wound, With saliva and drool, Soon he could be back for some more.
Next morning she rises all Zombie and white, His Servant now she's become, She cackles and writhes with bloodshot eyes, A Princess of Darkness - his Chosen One.
Beware then the hours of darkness, Especially when your clock strikes mid-night, Be fully prepared with garlic and rice, For the Evil One's now in flight.
He'll hover around your window, Your room will feel cold as ice, For Count Dracula's out to get you, He's out to get YOU tonight!
The Undead • Opuss № I