Graveyard Tales
Her blood curdled when she heard the howl
But she kept on moving like a ghost on the prowl
And quickened her steps to reach that place
Where someone waited for her embrace
In a graveyard in the dead of night
She met her lover in the pale moonlight
He was tall and frail, all dressed in black
Then when she got closer, he attacked
Biting her neck with bloodthirsty desire
She then became a vampire
Other vampires emerged soon after
And filled the graveyard with ghoulish laughter
But the wicked witch who lived up the road
had observed the bloodsuckers from her high abode
She despised the vampires, it was plain to tell
And cackled as she conjured up spells
The vampires knew of the evil witch
And they were prepared to win this fight
So they hatched a plan to kill the witch
As their blood thirst grew from night to night
But the wicked witch was one step ahead
And turned them all to rats instead
In the dead of night under a full moon
They squeaked and scampered from tomb to tomb
While the cackling witch flew away on her broom
There is cause for alarm and reason to dread
The vampire rats now feed on the dead
Though the dearly departed can have no dreams
Neither can they speak or scheme
But if you pass the graveyard in the pale moon's gleam
Listen carefully and you'll hear them SCREAM .
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