Something wicked this way comes,
Whilst quivering heartbeat briskly strums.
O how the amber eyes beguile,
With Jaundice fanged lips asmile.
Swallow thine angst for he may hear,
Guttural growls as he draws near.
Hush now all's so still and silent,
Tranquility before a storm so violent.
A bedtime story to accompany sleep,
Pray for residence in heaven's keep.
The tale I'm told so sugar sweet,
He does prefer his sweetmeat.
Dream of tombs and flowers fair,
Rest in peace slumbering there.
Count the markers bit by bit,
Another casualty is solemnly writ.
One more tombstone adorns a grave,
Lest it be foolishness you crave.
A derisible name is carved in rock,
So lessons won't be easily forgot.
Pristine sheets pool crimson red,
A chilling plight to rest thine head.
Squeeze thine eyes, hold thine breath,
For he is sure to render thine death.